Oh I got these looks

That just won't quit

I got at least

A half of some kind of wit

I got a guitar

Check it out, I'm a star

Hey kids, how would I look on

The cover of Spin?



Well, well

We're all gone

Well, well

Right on, right on, right on



Listen to my songs

I guarantee you'll relate

Look at me

Recognize your face

My daddy's rich

And my mama's good lookin', yeah

Hush little baby

So am I



Well, well

We're all gone

Well, well

Right on, right on, right on



I'm the spokesmodel of your generation, baby

I'll lose my shirt

For ventilation

Thanks to the kids

For making me who I am

Twenty percent of the gross

Goes straight to the man



Well, well

We're all gone

Well, well

Right on, right on, right on