Lyrics:

Fancy Apple lap top cost 5 grand Fresh girl in a T-shirt silll looks best Travel to a sunny quiet land Layin' on the beach I miss my pests Life's turning up the pressure It's makin' me aggressive The music sounds like dead ham The dj is a con man He's sayin'... I I I want something from you I I I want something from you I I I want something from you Knucklehead what can you do What can you do? One day I went out to buy a truck I found one that looked so huge and big Once I got that sucker on the road I was looking down at everything And I really liked that Everyone obeyed me I thought this is power Like that religious hour When the preacher says... I I I want something from you I I I want something from you I I I want something from you Knucklehead what can you do? Something from you Something from you Something from you Something from you Once the telephone starts ringing I stop thinking Sittin' at the TV I'm just blinking Go to the compuler and I'm punching What's this information that I'm munching The leader and the followers The rock star and the model The general and the perverts They're poking me where it hurts (ouch!) I I I want something from you I I I want something from you I I I want something from you Knucklehead what can you do?