Hey yo mister super-trendy
Small cocked guy
Your smile is like sugar candy
Honey-pie
You're sitting in the new expensive bar
Together with your great friends
And no matter where you are
Things seem to be so funny
But it's clear to me
Your smile is just a fucking fake
Your american smile
Is pissing me off
Driving me insane
Why don't you go
Why don't you go home
Please stop bugging me
I just cannot stand it
Anymore
Well this year it just has to be
Your new car
That makes you feel like you were a
Movie star
Cruising downtown in your limousine
Your account is overdrawn
Looking for your personal queen
But you are too vain to realize
There's more to it than just
Your shining empty shell