You're telling me things
That you're gonna do
Just like you told me all the time
That you'd always be true

Telling me you and him
Yes you're just freinds
Where do lies stop
And the truth begins?

Yeah right!
Yeah right!

Wear my cross up around you're throat
Struttin all around in the leapord coat
Noddin' my head like I know you could
But you never did nothing that you said you would

Yeah right!
Yeah right!

It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!

Gonna be a model for the neighbors and then
Move to California and live with a freind
Go to school and work somewhere in Santa Fe
Go on expedition down in paraguay
Yeah right!
Yeah right!

It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!

Spoken:
Yeah right, You're gonna move to California
And live with your good freinds
And then your gonna go skiing
With your good freinds from school
The state school!

Yeah right