Bought new cushy pad, dough-ough-ough-ough,
Bought new cushy pad, dough-ough-ough-ough.
Cushy pad, cushy pad
In a tower,
The doorman glowers.
I spent much loot.
Say, who's that pounding his foot on my cushy-pad door?
Pushy lads, pushy lads,
What's up, dudes?
You're so rude,
You at my cushy-pad door.

Come through cushy pad do-o-o-o-or,
Come through cushy pad do-o-o-o-or.
Cushy pad, cushy pad
People milling
And now they're drilling,
Hey, how dare you?!
You are trying to invade my new cushy-pad space.
Pushy lads, pushy lads,
They'll come through.
What to do?
There goes my cushy-pad door.

Bust through cushy pad do-o-o-o-or,
Bust through cushy pad do-o-o-o-or.
Pushy lads, pushy lads,
They're so vicious
And break my dishes
And eat my food.
It's really pissing me off. . .call them "douchybag" drips.
Bound and gagged, bound and gagged,
Me subdued,
Duct tape glued
Over my "bullshit"-rant lips
Over my bushy-capped eyes
Don't tape my gusty-gasp nose!!