Yah, You Know

You know, you know, you know What's the matter with you? Ain't you got nothing better to do Than to dance your life away At the local disco You're polyester punk to the bone No wonder you came alone We're all grossed out 'Cause you spit when you talk Sayin' yah, you know Keep singing yah, you know Yah, you know There's more to life than spitting when you talk Saying yah, you know What's the matter with you You smell like diesel fume Whoever told you it was cool to drink Perrier? Even a blind man knows That black looks better in the snow We're all grossed out 'Cause you spit when you talk Sayin' yah, you know Keep singing yah, you know Yah, you know There's more to life than spitting when you talk Saying yah, you know Yah, you know (oh, yeah) Yah, you know What's the matter with you Ain't you got nothing better to do Than to sit unemployed watching television like a fool Living in a bag of fast food I guess it wouldn't seem so crude But everybody's grossed 'Cause you spit when you talk Say yah, you know Keep singing yah, you know Yah, you know There's more to life than spitting when you talk Saying yah, you know Yah, you know Yah, you know There's more to life than spitting when you talk Saying yah, you know Yah, you know, like, I would get a job But the world's gonna end soon You got any 'ludes?