Cream and Bastards Reprise Songtext
von Harvey Danger
Cream and Bastards Reprise Songtext
That′s right I got another job,
But that's all the thanks I need.
We know you have a choice of airline carriers,
And we′re very grateful that you chose...
This airline, whatever it is.
You know, summer's coming,
And every summer it's important to eat a lot of fruit.
All right,
We know the small groves.
Sweet Jesus,
I have it all rolling.
You′re doing everything your people said to,
I′d hate to be the one to break it to you,
It's only sad ′cause it's true,
They misled you, when they bred you.
You don′t have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps to,
Fools and charlatans, they may get wise,
But only cream and bastards rise,
Yeah, you could see it in their eyes.
You follow good advices to the letter,
You know your friend,
He's doing so much better than you,
Are ever likely to do, he′ll eclipse you,
But he will not miss you, no.
You don't have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps to,
All the also-rans are real nice guys,
But only cream and bastards rise.
People who could buy and sell you,
Sharing a joke no one will ever tell you,
You think you're dialled in, someone has to win,
And you know what that means,
It means someone′s got to lose,
It′s probably you, whoa ho ho ho,
It's probably you, whoa ho ho ho.
I love this kind of,
Hot kind of...
It′s not a race, it's not a competition,
And if it were, you′d be in no position to,
Get anybody to listen to you if you had to,
Not even if you had to,
Not even if your ever-loving life depended on it!
You don't have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps you,
Some are aliens, the rest are spies,
But only cream and bastards rise,
Yeah, you could see it in their ah, ha, ha, ha eyes,
Ah, ha, ha, ha eyes.
You could see it in their eyes.
Thank you, President Hoover!
But that's all the thanks I need.
We know you have a choice of airline carriers,
And we′re very grateful that you chose...
This airline, whatever it is.
You know, summer's coming,
And every summer it's important to eat a lot of fruit.
All right,
We know the small groves.
Sweet Jesus,
I have it all rolling.
You′re doing everything your people said to,
I′d hate to be the one to break it to you,
It's only sad ′cause it's true,
They misled you, when they bred you.
You don′t have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps to,
Fools and charlatans, they may get wise,
But only cream and bastards rise,
Yeah, you could see it in their eyes.
You follow good advices to the letter,
You know your friend,
He's doing so much better than you,
Are ever likely to do, he′ll eclipse you,
But he will not miss you, no.
You don't have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps to,
All the also-rans are real nice guys,
But only cream and bastards rise.
People who could buy and sell you,
Sharing a joke no one will ever tell you,
You think you're dialled in, someone has to win,
And you know what that means,
It means someone′s got to lose,
It′s probably you, whoa ho ho ho,
It's probably you, whoa ho ho ho.
I love this kind of,
Hot kind of...
It′s not a race, it's not a competition,
And if it were, you′d be in no position to,
Get anybody to listen to you if you had to,
Not even if you had to,
Not even if your ever-loving life depended on it!
You don't have to be a genius,
But it helps to, it helps you,
Some are aliens, the rest are spies,
But only cream and bastards rise,
Yeah, you could see it in their ah, ha, ha, ha eyes,
Ah, ha, ha, ha eyes.
You could see it in their eyes.
Thank you, President Hoover!
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