The original is still the best
Not your cuban heels
And your white denim vest
Your medicine turned into wine
As did all the broken promises
You left behind
So biddy up, so biddy up, so biddy up - wow!
You know Dan from Ksubi and Nick from Pnau
You are such a faker
It gives me hives
Sulking in the corner, acting oh so shy.
Your alibis don't mean nothing anymore
Cause now I'm walkin', I'm walking out the front door
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing to me
Yeah
The principal is still your friend
The deputy's on her knees, tryin' to please them
You checked the list your names not on the door
And no one wants to see you get on the dance floor
You should giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, pow!
Somebody needs to tell you that you've lost your howl
I can see you shakin', you're on the prowl
Just subscribed to vice for the free beach towel
You're such a fool, you drooled in the swimming pool
Can you make me cool just like you were at school.
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing to me
Oh, baby - alright!
Hecs, sex and nuttalex.
Wear your singlet tight so I can see your muscles flex.
Nothing. Yeah! Haha.
You got nothing.
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing
What you got, what you got
What you got's nothing to me
(And I now you got nothing)
You got nothing to me.
Yeah.
The original.
The original.
The original.
The original's still the best.
Yeah!
Writer(s): Matthew Robert Strong
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