See when you have the face of a man
Spread thin over 3 half finished records
It's likely the hand doctors will knock and or ring
With a child's map of your muscle and mountain top voice
To agree you need help to the tune of twice
As much popular music
The daughters of if, but are desperate
Drug strung rock czars can be a sloppy candy
For the emotional want some of many many land U.S.A.
Another big easy for its dynamite audience
All half deciding who is more popular
The good great grandchild of Napoleon
Or Carol Burnett's spotlight mop up man
They vote by pushing colored
Pins into empty check box marked
Flaps of flesh located on the backs
Of their miniature dogs necks
Upon doing so while outside
The pin poked pet neck votes are then tallied
Beneath the breathy crackle
Of a freshly turned off cop car
By alert middle class worms hid in the heads
Of Ford model mailmen
Who say
(Psst, psst)
They say the sun is flipped
By hat-tipped private dicks
Who lean like
(Psst, psst)
Prey eyed eagles up-on classic looking lampposts
Lined with the many levers that start and stop
All of the stars the rich folks want
Fuck Kelly Osbourne, yeah
And they in turn
(Spit, pit, pit, pit)
Pay the gumshoe's mattress well to sing
"The U.S. sparkles like George Washington at 21"
Sucking the solid gold from solid ground
Using his hallowed topless chopped cherry tree straw
And the wealthy west can not be asked
Who decides when they shoot a spectacular
Until the cameraman's eyesight
Starts hurting of coarse
And if they say so
This songs isn't happening
And they will have
Their poems sung to them
Or they will have nothing at all