Walking down the streets, Idiots are all I $#&@ing see.
Morons right in front of me.
I've got a group of them to my right.

And it's just the start of my night.
Sitting on the corner of Manhattan Beach Blvd.
And Ocean.

See some !@#%s out for fun.
Showing off their silicone tits.
Pounds of makeup hide their zits.

I can't believe what my eyes see.
Bars packed with U.S.C. fraternities.
Plastic people with their plastic money.

MTV fed mentalities.
I thank god I'm not like them.
Pennyloafers on their feet.

Collared shirts with rolled up sleeves.
Tight blue jeans you wouldn't believe.
I've got a dozen chumps to my right.

And it's beginning to ruin my night.
The to my left a bunch of chicks who think they're hot %#@!.
So I slap them with my !@#$ dick.

People acting so sophisticated.
By twenty-one they're all outdated.
I don't ever want to be like them.

I won't ever $#&@in' be like them.
I have fun laughing at them.
I think god I'm not of one of them.

Now I'm all surrounded.
All these idiots suffocating me.
So now it's time for me to leave.

But as I leave this $#&@ed up scene I thank god that I'm me.