Lyrics:

Sell Out, Sell Out
(John Woloschuk)

Mama don't need to PH.D. in sociology
To be aware of the revolution happening in the streets
Papa said trends keep changing like the tides upon the sea
I'm gonna jump on the wagon now to rest my aching feet

I've made up my mind
I'm gonna get my piece too
Now is the time
There isn't a day to lose
I've had it to here
Just watching that world go by
This is the year
That either we do or we die

Sell out, sell out
Yeah that is the name of the game
Sell out, sell out
That anybody can play
Sell out, sell out
I think you know what I mean
Sell out, sell aut
Crank up that funk machine

I'm tired of breaking my back to please
Critics who can't be pleased
It's time I looked out for number one
Time I looked out for me
I've gotta face the reality of living in the real world
Before I end up an old man feeding peanuts to the squirrels

I finally heard
The little voice in my head
It gave me the word
You wanna know what it said?
Don't be a sap
Get rid of that cross you bear
Because taking the rap
Won't make you a millionaire

Sell out, sell out
Yeah that's the name of the game
Sell out, sell out
That anybody can play
Sell out, sell out
I think you know what I mean
Sell out, sell out
Crank up that funk machine
Sell out, sell out
Can't pay no bills with your pride
Sell out, sell out
Woh I know 'cause baby I tried
Sell out, sell aut
It's easy once you concede
Sell out, sell out
That love ain't all you need

Play that funky music
Play that funky beat
Play that funky music
Love ain't all you need

The ivory tower's fallen down
The nickels and dimes are spent
I've given up castles in the air
I couldn't afford the rent
Every man has his selling price
I'm taking the highest bid
Come out of the clouds, Sir Rupert said
And do what Stevie did

(Peddle yourself!) Peddle yourself
You'd better take my advice
Or sit on the shelf
He couldn't be more precise
Don't get me wrong
I'd hate to be misconstrued
But stringing along
It's the only left to do

Sell out, sell out
Yeah that's the name of the game
Sell out, sell out
That anybody can play
Sell out, sell out
I think you know what I mean
Sell out, sell out
Crank up that funk machine
Yeah sell out, sell out woh
You have gotta move with the times
Sell out, sell out
Or they all surely leave you behind
Sell out, sell out
There's no sweeter sound than the crash
Sell out, sell out
Of freshly minted cash

Play that funky music
Play that funky beat
Play that funky music
Love ain't all you need

Sell out
Sell out
Sell out
Sell out sell out sell out