I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat

But the fever's gonna catch you when the (*##$ gets back

Eat meat on Friday that's alright

Even like steak on a Saturday night
I can (*##$ the best at your social do's
I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue


I'm a (*##$, I'm a (*##$
Oh the (*##$ is back

Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can (*##$, I can (*##$
`Cause I'm better than you

It's the way that I move
The things that I do


I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my God, what's that

Oh it's full of nasty habits when the (*##$ gets back