What a sunny day, at home I'd rather stay
I won't let them see me, 'til I'm ready
They won't be ready for me
I hate women and gays
And any other minorities that get in my way
I hate whatever is trendy for me
Oh I just need a target, you see
Yeah!
It's who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
And who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
Ooh
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, haa
All I wanted was to be a fucking artist
But they won't let me, you fucking cunts
This industry's impossible to get into
I don't give a fuck about if "it's simple"
Make a song about a girl and her pimples
Teenage love and they're still serving up wrinkles
How the fuck you almost 40 years old
And still singin' about fucking teenage love? Ah-ha-ha
(I love you) I love you
(I love you) I love you
It's who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
And who do ya know?
And who do ya blow?
It's who do ya know? (Who do ya know?)
And who do ya blow? (Who do ya blow?)
And who do ya know? (Who do ya know?)
And who do ya blow? (Who do ya blow?)
And I'll blow you all away
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha