He's a friend to all the stars

Made a fortune selling cars

Not beyond a little sleaze

He's mr. white keys



Wifey loves the tanning booth

Just a little altered truth

Made america's who's who

If he could do it so could you

Sheltered in tax brackets

Higher than an angel's cloud

Pontificates on rackets

And cheats on his wife with his pals

Once he met a musician

Shook his hand like a soul man

Not a lot like you or me

He's mr. white keys



He climbs into daddy's benz and goes

Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats

A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat

He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet

He said he'd rather own the whole damn town

Than be graceful or be well-endowed

He exaggerates a bit

Foot and mouth a perfect fit

He's the one who tried the cheese

He's mr. white keys



I feel sorry for the guy

I laugh when i see his shtick

All that poor bastard wanted

Was to make it with the beautiful chicks

But that don't excuse the prick

He's mr. white keys

He climbs into daddy's benz and goes

Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats


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