Breasticles
 
hey, what did you do for the money?
i know you've got breasticles.
and now you're mid to late twenties
and got your cataracts off.

always wore the fantasy,
of "being what you want to be",
but dreams are won like lotteries;
rarely.

but, yeah, nobody loves you like i do.
i'll set you free, free, free, free.
you know ‘bout the way i am.

yeah, nobody hurts you like i do.
i'll make you free, free, free, free.
you know ‘bout the way i am.
the way i am…

hey, what won't you do for the money?
show me your breasticles.
america's not happy
eating all the cake it wants.

everyone's on anti-downs,
but our poor are fat and round.
i know we are the world-wide clowns
with frowns.

but, yeah, nobody does you like i do.
i'll set you free, free, free, free.
you know ‘bout the way i am.

yeah, nobody kills it like i do.
i'll make you free, free, free, free.
you know ‘bout the way i am.

the way i am, the way i am, the way i am!!!