Rich, dumb, white kid think that he's everything
Loud mouth, boldheaded geek's got a song to sing
Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor
Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more
As always, the same affair
But who really cares for God's creations
His amputations
The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say
They stick their nose into every game we play
Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor
And soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more
As always the same affair
But who really cares for God's creations
His reputations
Likely to fall thru air
And sometimes it's fair
God's creations
His amputations
Down, down in the basement of our cares
There's always a phony, count the stairs
Like, like us as something as we come
And like, like us as rumpus we run