I know she likes her magazines. And what they're wearing down in Hollywood. I know she wants green tea ice cream. And just for fun melting in the sun.
Who is the man, making the scene, flashing the green. Livin' it up and living up to his name,. Who wants some lovers gold, silver tone. Givin' it up is his claim to fame.
Why the hell are we waitin' in line?. A billion cars in front and behind. We're going the way of the dinosaur. They'll make petrol out of us next time.