He writes books and she buys pants   They listen to the television, go to the dance   She's looking for the hookup, he's looking for romance   He's giving her a look although he never had a chance      With the white girl listening to hip-hop   Driving on a Tuesday in her daddy's SUV   'Cause it's a white boy kicking it in flip-flops   Representing uptown chilly cooling cold like a G      Who's set to spread the lips, spread the seed, spread the word   That the private reserve won't be tapped by a nerd   He's out to set you straight what you thought that you heard   That the breaking of the pack had straight never occurred      And everywhere I look I see the same shirt   Talking 'bout BanaCrombie AberGap and Fitch on the one-two   And everywhere I go I hear the same song   Talking bout the Fat Pink ZeppeJimi DaveBob Crew      I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double   We've been slowly taken over by clones   Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the   Sake of keeping up with the Joneses   Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming   I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones   The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning   I can feel it in the back of my bones      The wood grain of the windowpane   Has been covered up with siding to protect it from the rain   The driveway begins at the end of the drain   'Cause the houses in my neighborhood they all look the same      We come home at six, scratch the heads of our pets   Crack a beer and watch the news and that's as good as it gets   Feed the kids, fuck the wife, pay the credit card debts   If there's more to life than this we haven't found it yet      But we go to the office and we go to the church   And we go to the pusherman to help us with the search   'Cause we wanna stop dying the life we could be living   Jocking cock with Deepak, Doc Spock and David Niven      Only everywhere I go I see the same shirt   Talking 'bout the Perry Farrah Lauren Prada Chaps on the one-two   And everywhere I go I hear the same song   Talking 'bout the smooth flat jazz of FM 102      I'm thinking we're in trouble 'cause unless I'm seeing double   We've been slowly taken over by clones   Did you ever stop and wonder if the world is going under for the   Sake of keeping up with the Jones-es   Fucking up the timing 'cause we never got the rhyming   I've been stealing all my riffs from the Stones   The world'll start burning when the tables stop turning   I can feel it in the back of my bones