(Boot!)

There goes old matte top,
He go moving too slowly
He shows hard-boiled eyeballs
He one slow-poke mover
Got ne'er down below his knees
Got to be a croaker if he does what he please.

(Brute!)

He swear I did whine,
He got one damn phone call
That one clunky figure
He one roly polar
He say he know me, that can't be
One ring and he think that he has got to be free.

Slum together
right now
Not with me

(Coots!)

He brag destruction
He got virus repute
And I know to ignore
'Cause he final hacker
Are those feet below his knees?
Told him of my despair he can feel my unease

Go together
Right now
Without me.

(instrumental)

He solar toasted
And he surly warping
'Cause he think he bought her
He one out of kilter
He say none and none and none makes three
Got to have a good machine so I will agree.

Lump together
Right now
You will see.

(Boot!)

Lump together.
Lump together.