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Matthew
Matthew McConaughey
Matthew McConaughey-hey-hey-hello
Matthew
And a Moscow mule
He's wetting his whistle
At the Jeffrey's bar
He's a cultural tsar
Drives a Lincoln car
They don't make cowboys like him anymore
Matthew, Matthew
The town's in trouble
Matthew, Matthew
We're seeing double
We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello
We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello
Matthew's doing fine
He's got his hippy thing
He's always stoned
Just like hippy Nate
Lot on his brain
Got a lot on his plate
The town gets older
But he stays the same age
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Yippie, yuppie
They bring their athleisure
This is an anti-Cali jingoist jingle
We got to build a wall between here and L.A.
We got to build a wall between here and L.A.
Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's going to pay
Arnold, Arnold, he's going to pay
Hey there, Mr. Matthew
These vultures are coming to deprave us
Of our scene we worked so hard for
And they don't fucking rock and roll
No, they don't fucking rock and roll
We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello
Matthew's doing fine
He's got his hippy thing
He's always stoned
Just like hippy Nate
Lot on his brain
Got a lot on his plate
The town gets older
But he stays the same age
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Matthew,
Do I use your name in vain?
Old timer
Are we too afraid of change?
Is that just how
Things get old?
They get boring and flat
They get boring and flat
They grow mold
Chaos into nothing
Nothing into chaos
I'm at the mall
I'm working at a kiosk
Selling joy joy joy
To all the girls and boys
Matthew's doing fine
He's got his hippy thing
He's always stoned
Just like hippy Nate
Lot on his brain
Got a lot on his plate
The town gets older
But he stays the same age
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Hey
Matthew