Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he thinks it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, play it straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabees, so (hey, hey)
Do that brand new thing
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