Hey, what did you do for your money?

I know you've got breasticles.

And now you're mid to late twenties

and got your cataracts off.

Always wore the fantasy,

"you can be what you want to be",

but dreams are won like lotteries;

rarely.

But, yeah, nobody loves you like I do.

I'll set you free, free, free, free.

You know the way I am.

Yeah, nobody hurts you like I do.

I'll make you free, free, free, free.

You know the way I am.

Hey, what won't you do for the money?

Show me your breasticles.

America's not happy

eating all the cake it wants.

Everyone's on anti-downs,

but our poor are fat and round.

I know we are the world-wide clowns

with frowns.

But, yeah, nobody does you like I do.

I'll set you free, free, free, free.

You know the way I am.

Yeah, nobody kills it like I do.

I'll make you free, free, free, free.

You know the way I am.