All these cats with holey jeans,    Dirty hair and titty rings    say "what's your scene man? We got these questions...    Is it true that you have sold your soul?"    I say "hey man, I don't know    Lend me a quarter won't you?    I'll call my accountant."       CHORUS:    Let's get off this,    And get on with it,    if you wanna change the world    shut yer mouth and start to spin it    Get off this    Get on with it    If you wanna change the world    shut your mouth and start this minute       Petty little Ayatollah's    come around to judge and stone ya    All's we're trying to do is make a fortune.    Yeah, we ain't got no government loans,    and no one sends a check from home    but get this: we're just doin' what we wanna.       So, CHORUS       Well the guitar player's    stayin' out in Hollywood and sayin'    he's just trying' to get some sleep,    but everyone's complaning!    Are you truly deeply cynical?    'cause boy you know that I loved you so    when no one knew your name    and you were pompous.    CHORUS