Look at you over there
So coked out you’re licking your eyes like an iguana
Ready to explode
Like a cocaine pinata

You’re not evil, you just do a lot of coke and have a lot of sex
Wear all black
And smoke a lot of cigarettes
You’re doing too much cocaine

You’re spitting and you’re sputtering
You’re hovering and stuttering
Muttering and uttering
Your utterly repugnant things

I'm betting it’s getting confusing
You’re sweating profusely
Singing sheryl crow
While it’s noon on a Tuesday

Look at you over there
Persona non grata
Projecting little pieces
Of your childhood trauma

You’re not evil, you just do a lot of coke and have a lot of sex
Wear all black
And have low self-confidence
You’re doing too much cocaine
You’re doing too much cocaine

You keep sniffing and touching your nose
And sniffing and touching your nose
And sniffing and fixing your clothes
And sniffing and fixing your clothes

I'm betting it’s getting confusing
You’re sweating profusely
Singing sheryl crow
While it’s noon on a Tuesday

You lost a tiny bag of white stuff
Now the night sucks
Now my life sucks
You lost a tiny bag of white stuff
Now the night sucks
Now my life sucks
It’s past midnight
That brings the price up
Why don’t they like us?
Why don’t they like us?
It’s past midnight
That brings the price up
Man, I don’t even like us

You’re doing too much cocaine
You’re doing too much cocaine
You’re doing too much cocaine

You’re doing too much cocaine
You’re doing too much cocaine
You’re doing too much cocaine