You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire

(When you grab and dance with your friends)

('Cause it's true, what's good for you)

(K-l-o-n Los Angeles)

(Clone Radio)

(We play the songs that sound more like everyone else)

(Than anyone else)

(Clone (Clone))

(Hey alright, it's Kip Kasper)

(Clone radio, LA's infinite repeat)

(How we feelin' out there?)

(How's your drive time commute?)

(I need a saga)

(What's the saga?)

(It's Songs for the Deaf)

(You can't even hear it)

Dead bull with the life from the low

I'll be massive conquistador

Give me soul and show me the door

Metal heavy, soft at the core

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Pressurize, neutralize

Deep fried, gimme some more

Space truckin', four on the floor

Fortified with the liquor store

This one's down, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Shrunken head I love to adore

B-movie, gimme some gore

Gimme toro, gimme some more

B-movie, gimme some gore

Uh

Yow

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Gimme toro, gimme some more