Come on
I see you stalk around town, baby, walking tall
It's all so 'cause you can't cash the check
Alright, Sam
Baby, we got to talk about it
Grab a chick in Hollywood Hills
None of that shit's gonna save your stupid neck
Be careful
Better watch where you step
You talk about gold but you selling trash
You're just a junk man (ahh!)
Limousine and caviar
Jordache jeans and a pretty little face
Shut down, 2001
I know you're getting wise and making plans
Got a rocketship goin' way out into space
Better get back down to Earth
And represent
You talk about hurt but you deal misery
You're just a junk man
Think you're some kind of tough, mean man machine
Think you're, oh, so hot, sexy coffee bean
Wanna look out 'fore the lights go out, huh
Big mouth in an orange jump suit
Prettiest darn thing that I ever seen
Too much
That's right, you done crossed the line
You talk about great but you're pushing hate
You're just a junk man (ahh!)
That's right, that's what I'm talking about
You're trash
Garbage kind
You're just a junk man (ahh!)
