Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything   Loud mouth, bold headed geek's got a song to sing   Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor   Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more      As always, the same affair   But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations   The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say   They stick their nose into every game we play      Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor   And soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more   As always, the same affair   But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations      Down, down in the basement of our cares   There's always a phony, count the stairs   Like, like us as something as we come   And like, like us as rumpus as we run