Lyrics:

You've got red shoes and the sports car
You think you're really cool, I gotta say
You just don't know what games to play
You're like football and play on Saturdays
When the weekend's gone, you go to work
In a nasty office as a filing clerk

So don't you tell me I'm not listening
I've already heard it

You better watch your back
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on

Mobile, but no conversation
You've got credit cards, megadrive
Fax me lunch, Mr. 9 to 5
You've got timeshare, for your holidays
It's the same routine, the life you lead
The friends you keep, your lack of taste

So don't you tell me I'm not listening
I've already heard it

You better watch your back
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
I'm gonna take you on
Take me on
Take me on
Take me on
I'm gonna take you on
Take me on
Take me on
Take me on
I'm gonna take you on