We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.
I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.
If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.
Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.
Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.
Cause a man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun.