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-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ah
All I wanted was to be a f*cking artist
But they won't let me, you f*cking cunts
This industry's impossible to get into
I don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck you almost forty years old
And still singin' about f*cking teenage love? Ah-ha-ha
I love you (I love you)
I l-l-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