She says it's good to get tan
She says it's bad to get burned

She says it's great getting high
She says it's lame to get fried

She says there's way too many drugs
Too many chumpy, junky thugs

And it ain't no fun falling five flights of stairs
(Into a real fierce fifteen)
And it ain't that sweet working six nights a week
(And the swimsuit gets ripped and it's dripping wet with frosting)
It's colossal, it's much bigger than us
(It's the shit they stick in liquor makes us lick the chicks that we don't even love)
And it ain't that great
And it ain't that great