I’m 17, young, dumb and full of cum
Attention deficit disorder’s where I’m coming from
You get a hundred forty characters and then I’m done
Or better yet snap me a picture
You are boring me numb!

Hey old man, get outta my way
I got no interest in anything you got to say
We’re gonna make our own history
You can keep your alibis
And we don’t need your politics it’s lies, lies, lies

Hey hey hey!
Whadya hear? Whadya say?
Hey little girl come get out of the rain
Jump in my Candy Apple Fuel Injected Ragtop Superfly Terraplane!

Me and my buddies got a brand new scene
We’ll be painting this revolution ice cold green
I love the smell but it's time to say goodbye to gasoline
The planet’s getting too hot
It’s making me mean!
That’s right I’m going electric when the prices come down
Then I’ll be taking the quickest way out of this town
Mr. Babyboom answer one thing before I fly
Which one of you assholes blew a hole in the sky?
Hey hey hey!
Whadya hear? Whadya say?
Was that a twister? A tsunami?
Or a hurricane?
No! It’s just my Candy Apple Fuel Injected Ragtop Superfly Terraplane!

I’ll be cruising at a hundred and I won’t be alone
Heading towards vanishing point smokin’ a bone
My generation ain’t pussies
We don’t need guns to have a blast
Take that second amendment and stick it up your ass!

Hey hey hey!
Whadya hear? Whadya say?
If you’re looking for me buddy I’ll be gone
The way I came
In my Candy Apple Fuel Injected Ragtop Superfly Terraplane!

Hey hey hey!
Whadya hear? Whadya say?
Was that a twister? A tsunami?
Or a hurricane?
Hell no!
It’s just my Candy Apple Fuel Injected Ragtop Superfly Terraplane!