[Vocals - Joe Jackson

Drums (Left) - Dan Hickey

Drums (Right) - Kenny Aronoff

Plastic Buckets (Times Square) - Jared Crawford]



FUCK THIS BULL SHIT SPIT FLAT BEER BACK

ROCK STAR DUMB LUCK SICK JOKE CLAP TRAP



DAMN THIN SHOE LACE YANK SPIT JERK SNAP

BOMB KIKE SCAM BANK TEAR DOWN DEAD FLAG



I got a right to bite the hand

That feeds the greed that pays the band

I got a right to light the man

That takes the cake that feeds the clan



I don't like the way you look at me

You don't like what I do in bed

Maybe I should get some deputies

And come and break your fucking head

Oh no no, that won't do at all



Ignorance is a kind of bliss

A smack in the mouth is a kind of kiss



Methinks I doth protest too much

And no matter what the people say

I'm gonna have to get in touch

With my inner adult some day

La la la, la la la di dah



SUCK THIS DICK HEAD FUCK THAT LITE CRAP

KISS KISS PUKE HATE RACK SUIT RIFF RAFF



BASH SLUT MASH BUTT BEAT THAT SPIC BRAT

STAB DYKE SNAP NECK KILL PUNK SCUM BAGS



I got a right to light the flame

That fries the guys that take the blame

I got a right to bit the hand

That feeds the greed that pays the band