You've got a nice collection
For such a little child
You think you're so far out
But you're out of here
We're not from the same ground
I'm talking outer space
And when you get there
We'll steal your face
You got your monkey brains
You shake your tambourine
You seem to walk around this block
Just like you own this town
You got your shirt tucked in
You got a big ass grin
I'll knock it off
If you come around
Oh yeah, that's how it goes
We keep our panty hose
Locked up with black mascara
In our eyes
Rock with the best of them
We'll put you underground
We got the dirt to cover up it all