Those girls just think they know you
Wait till we're through this winter chill
They'll see right through the plot
And flip on you like tippy-tops
I pray for your new neighbors
You're black construction paper
Folded into false rewards
You scatter what you can't absorb
Cold, calculated planning on your part
Pretend like you don't know I know
Then move away when you get caught
And take a photo with your phone
Of you about to board the train
Wearing Christmas clothes and crossing out my name
But it's nice to see you
And how have you been?
The man with the van is a friend of a friend
Those girls are old enough to
Make sense of what you're up to
Though it's still too close to call
There's bets on how you'll lose it all
Christines and Kates and Karens
Good schools and rich white parents
Palin voters all the way
They'll fill out forms to make you pay
Old, obfuscated adjective supply:
You are made of what I gave you
You know that as well as I
Tell San Francisco, Philadelphia and Washington, D.C.
You are marked and rights-protected
Best believe you haven't seen the last of me
But it's nice to see you
And how have you been?
The man with the van is a friend of a friend
But it's nice to see you
(Yeah, it's nice to see you)
And how have you been?
(And how have you been?)
But it's nice to see you
(Yeah, it's nice to see you)
The man with the van is a friend of a friend
The man with the van is a friend of a friend
The man with the van is a friend of a friend of a friend