I am dumb as they are dumb
As we go numb o'er all reviews from critics.
See how the girls don't know what it is to e'er be good;
They're screaming.
Posing in a concert like we know what we will do
When we're always faking, playing crappy music
Or just serving Mickey Mouse who will control our moves.

Refrain.
I am the mouse slave,
They are the mouse slave,
I am the Jonas, coo-coo ca-choo.

Mister Disney, Mickey's maker,
Greedy little Disney in his grave
Turned over there—too much for him to bear—with all the girls;
They’re screaming.
Little prepubescents want to reach out for our junk;
Pushing the crowd back, we give them rings that tell them
Not to make love, but we want them doing otherwise.

(Refrain)

Sitting in a big McMansion giv’n us by the mouse,
We will wonder
‘Bout the crowds of girls who will soon mob our great big house.

(Refrain)

Music experts like Allmusic
Soon will find out ‘bout how bad it is;
In a few years, we will wipe our tears all o’er our ruin.
They’re screaming:
Thirteen-year old ladies
Screaming bloody death aloud.
Disney Corporation soon will e’er forget us
When we’ve 25 years for each of the three of us.

(Refrain)