Lyrics:

Nobody cares about the music business
Nobody sounds like they're telling the truth
Oh, when they're talking about it
I don't want to talk about it
I like to talk about chicks, and cars, and partying hard
I like chicks, and cars, and partying hard

Say what you want about old Bocephus
He may be crazy but he's laughing all the way to the bank
Old Bocephus he's got all kind of of hit
They always saying about chicks, and cars, and partying hard
I like chicks, and cars, and partying hard

Hey pretty boy
Go back to Franklin
Hey pretty boy
Go back to Franklin
Nobody here wants to talk about publishing, man
Pretty boy

I didn't come down here to make connections
I come down here to get my big old titty baby drunk and take her home
It makes her horny when I play The Stones
They're always singing about chicks, and cars, and partying hard
They're like chicks, and cars, and partying hard

Hey pretty boy
Go back to Franklin
Hey pretty boy
Go back to Franklin
Nobody here wants to talk about distribution