Matthew McConaughey

M-m-m-m- M-m-m-m- Matthew Matthew McConaughey Matthew McConaughey-hey-hey-hello Matthew And a Moscow mule He's wetting his whistle At the Jeffrey's bar He's a cultural tsar Drives a Lincoln car They don't make cowboys like him anymore Matthew, Matthew The town's in trouble Matthew, Matthew We're seeing double We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello Matthew's doing fine He's got his hippy thing He's always stoned Just like hippy Nate Lot on his brain Got a lot on his plate The town gets older But he stays the same age La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Yippie, yuppie They bring their athleisure This is an anti-Cali jingoist jingle We got to build a wall between here and L.A. We got to build a wall between here and L.A. Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's going to pay Arnold, Arnold, he's going to pay Hey there, Mr. Matthew These vultures are coming to deprave us Of our scene we worked so hard for And they don't fucking rock and roll No, they don't fucking rock and roll We're calling hey-hey-hey-hello Matthew's doing fine He's got his hippy thing He's always stoned Just like hippy Nate Lot on his brain Got a lot on his plate The town gets older But he stays the same age La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Matthew, Do I use your name in vain? Old timer Are we too afraid of change? Is that just how Things get old? They get boring and flat They get boring and flat They grow mold Chaos into nothing Nothing into chaos I'm at the mall I'm working at a kiosk Selling joy joy joy To all the girls and boys Matthew's doing fine He's got his hippy thing He's always stoned Just like hippy Nate Lot on his brain Got a lot on his plate The town gets older But he stays the same age La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da La-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da Hey Matthew