Lyrics:

You need a bigger briefcase,

with your size ten shoes and get a better haircut,

it'll give you more to choose.

You think you're on the ball, but you know nothing.

You've got a fucking shit job, just like your cousin.

I thinkl he's inbred.

It's in the family.

It's in his make-up.

I'm not saying that he wants to be.

I didn't tell him that he ought to be.

I'm not saying that he wants to be.

I didn't tell him that he ought to be.

Don't tell him that he needs to be.. like you.

I think he's inbred.

It's in the family.

It's in his make-up.

Genetic make-up.