She was my god-damn enemy and my aussie-aussie can-can, Living in between the sheets is so sweet, Have I got something for you? Living for my two dollar two
Now truly in a neck brace, Can I get a new face? I like it when girls got money to burn, Let me show what I gotta go through Living for my two dollar two!
Come on!
I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey, I’m standing in line waiting for money, I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say ‘okay’, I’m standing in line waiting for money!
Now point me to the high, skipping your blah-lah, Make me your bitch if it makes you rich, Watching my city burn down, Living through a twenty dollar clown
Tell me (?) now, now, show ‘em how, Like a lady who knows what my thing is for, Do I really need to hear anymore? Let me for my four dollar four
Come on!
I’m standing in line hearing a voice I must obey, I’m standing in line waiting for money, I’m standing in line waiting for my boss to say ‘okay’, I’m standing in line waiting for money!
Hey! Ay!
And I won’t panic if you won’t panic, And if you get ticket, don’t pay the fine, Satanic mechanic in the mid-Atlantic Making drippy-droppy in a Chilean coal mine
Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah-ah
Now we can make the sun rise, shaking off fruit-flies, Sitting in the corner, watching dirty flicks, Do you really wanna be in the mix? Let me for my six sixty-six!
I’m laying at train-track, have a snack attack, Five Pakistanis walking in back, Cooking on a dirty, dirty grill, Give ‘em all a twenty-dollar bill
It’s coming back up Hey It’s coming back up Hey
I’m rolling on dimes, hoping my debts will go away, I’m singing good times to make some money Hey-ey I’m hanging with mimes, Now I learnt to talk a different way, I’m cutting in lines and win a new game, Shifting the blame, Say, what’s my name? I make the bluest flame