Mama don't need no PhD in sociology

To be aware of the revolution

Happening in the street

Papa said trends keep changing

Like the tides upon the sea

I'm gonna jump on the wagon now

To rest my aching feet



I've made up my mind

I'm gonna get my peice too

Now is the time

There isn't a day to lose

I've had it to here

Just watching the world go by

This is the year

That either we do or die



Sell out, sell out

Yeah, that's the name of the game

Sell out, sell out

That anybody can play

Sell out, sell out

I think you know what I mean

Sell out, sell out

Crank up that funk machine



I'm tired of breaking my back

To please critics who can't be pleased

It's time I looked out for number one

Time I looked out for me

I gotta face the reality

Of living in the real world

Before I end up an old man

Stealing peanuts from the squirrels



I finally heard

The little voice in my head

It gave me the word

You want to know what it said

Don't be a sap

Get rid of that cross you bear

'Cause taking the rap

Won't make you a millionaire



Sell out, sell out

Yeah, that's the name of the game

Sell out, sell out

Oh, anybody can play

Sell out, sell out

I think you know what I mean

Sell out, sell out

Crank up that funk machine

Sell out, sell out

Can't pay no bills with your pride

Sell out, sell out

Oh, I know 'cause baby I tried

Sell out, sell out

It's easy once you concede

Sell out, sell out

That love ain't all you need



The ivory tower's fallen down

The nickles and dimes are spent

I've given up castles in the air

I couldn't afford the rent

Every man has his selling price

I'm taking the highest bid

Come out of the clouds, Sir Rupert said

And do what Stevie did



Peddle yourself

You'd better take my advice

Or sit on the shelf

He couldn't be more precise

Don't get me wrong

I'd hate to be misconstrued

But stringing along

It's the only thing left to do



Sell out, sell out

Yeah, that's the name of the game

Sell out, sell out

That anybody can play

Sell out, sell out

Don't you know what I mean

Sell out, sell out

Crank up that funk machine

Sell out, sell out

You've gotta move with the times

Sell out, sell out

Or they'll surely leave you behind

Sell out, sell out

There's no sweeter sound than the crash

Sell out, sell out

Of freshly minted cash

Sell out