[Verse 1]
What a sunny day, at home I'd rather stay
I won't let them see me, till I'm ready
They won't be ready for me
I hate women and gays and any other minorities that get in my way
I hate whatever is trendy for me
I just need a target, you see
[Chorus]
It's who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
And who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
(Ooh)
[Post-Chorus]
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, HA!
All I wanted was to be a fucking artist
But they won't let me, you fucking cunts
[Verse 2]
This industry's impossible to get into
I don't give a fuck about if "it's simple"
Make a song about a girl and her pimples
Teenage love and they're still serving up wrinkles
How the fuck you almost 40 years old and still singin' about fucking teenage love?
Ah-ha-ha
What a sunny day, at home I'd rather stay
I won't let them see me, till I'm ready
They won't be ready for me
I hate women and gays and any other minorities that get in my way
I hate whatever is trendy for me
I just need a target, you see
[Chorus]
It's who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
And who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
(Ooh)
[Post-Chorus]
AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, HA!
All I wanted was to be a fucking artist
But they won't let me, you fucking cunts
[Verse 2]
This industry's impossible to get into
I don't give a fuck about if "it's simple"
Make a song about a girl and her pimples
Teenage love and they're still serving up wrinkles
How the fuck you almost 40 years old and still singin' about fucking teenage love?
Ah-ha-ha
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