Lyrics
(Yes, yes, y'all)
Standing on the corner making eyes to the commuters making eyes
(Yes, yes, y'all)
Living on a barstool and lying to the barflies, telling lies
(Alright, alright)
Your arms look just like speaker cords
You crawled out of the pager store
(Smoking weed and making money!)
Your eyes, they look like open sores
You made love to the Jersey Shore
(Living large)
The bathroom stalls, they're speaking volumes on your ethical slips
(Alright, alright, you licked the bullet)
Matriculate in New Haven and Bridgeport's
Where you're trimming all your tricks
(Smoking weed and making money!)
The swindles and the bindles are keeping you from sleeping
(Yes, yes, y'all)
The tattoo mags and the sandwich bags and now you've lost your feeling