Rich, dumb, white kid thinks that he's everything
Loud mouth, bold headed geek's got a song to sing
Turn him inside out on the kitchen floor
Soon find out that he doesn't wanna sing no more [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bettie_serveert/geek.html ]
As always, the same affair
But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations
The tight-assed mum and dad got a lot to say
They stick their nose into every game we play
Turn them inside out on the kitchen floor
And soon find out daddy doesn't have a clue no more
As always, the same affair
But who really cares for God's creations, his amputations
Down, down in the basement of our cares
There's always a phony, count the stairs
Like, like us as something as we come
And like, like us as rumpus as we run