[Chorus]. Hey, you, hurry come up. See how fast you come down. You run up your mouth. You run out of luck. You're running out of town. . Hurry come up now you're all alone.
Now here comes the great musical thing called 'hold your position'. Rasta, them style ya a just levelment uncle seen. Hold me position, just a hold me position.
Holidays are comin'. The kids are getting fat. Put another penny in the corporation hat. There's computer consolation now. For every boy and girl. Coz the hand that rocks the cradle.