Klaatu "Sell out, sell out" |
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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |