Let's go, ready? From the top      My favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising   I can't get behind that kind of time   Eat quickly, drive faster, make more money now   I can't get behind that      My kids say, "He said to me, and I'm like and he's like and she's like"   It's all, he's all, she's all   I can't get behind that kind of like, English   That'll be six to eight weeks before delivery      The rising oceans, the warming temperatures   The dying polar bears no, tigers in fifty years   Rising poison in the air and water      I can't understand why the price of gas suddenly rises   When oil goes up   But takes months to go down long after oil falls   I can't get behind any of that      I can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and   Dangerous if you don't believe in them   Why can't all these Gods just get along?   I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent, what's the problem?      What's the problem? What about the men who say   "Do as I do, believe in what I say, for your own good   Or I'll kill you", I can't get behind that      I can't get behind that   Everybody knows everything about all of us   That's too much knowledge   I can't get behind that      Yeah, and what about student drivers using my streets to learn?   If you learn to play the drums you got to go to a studio   Go to a parking lot, for God's sake, why are you jeopardizing my life?   I can't get behind a student driver      I can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver   If you're going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone   And keep your eyes on the road      Lifetime guarantee? Who's lifetime? Not mine   I haven't that much time left, let's make it yours   Everybody's got a longer life than me   The leaf blowers, is there anything more futile?   Car alarms, clap off, clap on, spam      Size matters, no, it doesn't   Yes, it does, no, it doesn't   Yes, it does, no, it doesn't   Yes, it does, no, it doesn't no, it doesn't   Yes, it does! Yes, it does      My phone rings, make millions in minutes   It's a computer, lose inches in hours   Leave me the Hell alone, eat more spend less      The Colonel is breakdancing, give me a break   Credit terms raised   I can't get behind any of that      I can't get behind so-called singers that can't carry a tune   Get paid for talking, how easy is that?   Well, maybe I could get behind that      Well, I can't, if you have to fix it with a computer   Quantized, pitch corrected, and overly inspected   Then you can't do it, and I can't get behind that   I can't get behind a fat ass      Yeah, Bill, can you turn around and do one more?   Always can do one more   Let's hit it!