Pipe down baby, why so fake loud?
You've lied now ten thousand timesit's show business anyhow
You make me sick, sick, sick, sick
Where'd you get all the attention?
Your dad's money too base to mention?
His coattails are looking word You've had a nice ride, that's for sure
Better thank your brain-dead clientele for all the money that you'll spend in hell
Wanma percent of every nation, your'e the type to rise to that occasion
Stole the race, no surprise there The elevator always beats the stairs
On a golf cartwearing some uniformbombing in the night-timelying on tvyou make me
sick