Lyrics:

You got the gold
From selling our souls
Yeah was that your goal
Well that's not very nice
We got a clue
Yeah we're smarter than you
Now you stand and choose
To messing up your life
Everybody sing and dance and stand now Everybody clap your hands
All my chronies got my back back at'cha
All the phonies turn around
You lounged around
While the jewels in your crown
Left to sleep on the ground
Eating scrubs from your plate
There's no disguise
For dollar signs from your eyes
And the truth about lies
Is they're as clear as day
Everybody sing and dance and stand now Everybody clap your hands
All my chronies got my back back at'cha
All the phonies turn around
You take the crayon out of our hands
When the ink hadn't dried
You got the instincts of a 64 year old guy
It's funny how the grass is greener on the other side
You got a lot to lose
No much to gain
Listen to what the people say
Everybody sing and dance and stand now Everybody clap your hands
All my chronies got my back back at'cha
All the phonies turn around
Everybody come on!
Everybody sing and dance and stand now Everybody clap your hands
All my chronies got my back back at'cha
All the phonies turn around
Sing it again!
All the phonies turn around
One more time!
All the phonies turn around