I got a story about D.C. to tell

And I don't think you're going to like it very well

It's about boys and girls, and the rich and the poor

But what if no one can afford to live here anymore?

Well I guess you can, 'cause you got a trust fund

You're so comfortable, but you're the only one

So I'm gonna turn it up and shake you down

'Cause your past is too clean, gonna throw it all around

You were brought up well, but your daddy never taught you

To keep your mouth shut.

Well omigod!

We don't do that here!

Well now we do

You'll see what we're gonna do about you.

You're taking one thing that one girl does

And making it represent all of us

So what do you know about the catty girls?

The only thing you know is your rich boy world

You're talking politics on your pedestal

And you half-baked idea of