Threw us together in a motel room
Promised we'd be famous soon
Made his money off a basement zoo
Saw the Spice Girls said
"I can pick girls too"

Bob Cratchit hours
Thousand crunches a day
Set of steak-knives to whoever lands Carson Daly

We were top forty and living out our dre-ams
He a got a Porsche
We got a Camel Cash per diem

After our shows, he took a bow
Drove us by his high school, yelled
"Who's bad at football now?"

But we're finally at the wheel
You can take the bus
'Cause everything wе do belongs to us

Leaving the stagе, we'd hear through a cough
"Looks like talent took the day off"
Only let us eat crabs
'Cause you can't get fat
From food that's so damn hard to get at
Sketchy financials, 98 percent commissio
Our tour was only through countries with no extradition
Twenty years later, we can still hear him say
"You work like dogs, the kind that sleep all day!"

But now we're at the wheel
You can take the bus
'Cause everything we do belongs to us
'Cause everything we do belongs to us