Klaatu - Sell Out, Sell Out Lyrics
Mama don't need no PhD in sociologyTo be aware of the revolutionHappening in the streetPapa said trends keep changingLike the tides upon the seaI'm gonna jump on the wagon nowTo rest my aching feetI've made up my mindI'm gonna get my peice tooNow is the timeThere isn't a day to loseI've had it to hereJust watching the world go byThis is the yearThat either we do or dieSell out, sell outYeah, that's the name of the gameSell out, sell outThat anybody can playSell out, sell outI think you know what I meanSell out, sell outCrank up that funk machineI'm tired of breaking my backTo please critics who can't be pleasedIt's time I looked out for number oneTime I looked out for meI gotta face the realityOf living in the real worldBefore I end up an old manStealing peanuts from the squirrelsI finally heardThe little voice in my headIt gave me the wordYou want to know what it saidDon't be a sapGet rid of that cross you bear'Cause taking the rapWon't make you a millionaireSell out, sell outYeah, that's the name of the gameSell out, sell outOh, anybody can playSell out, sell outI think you know what I meanSell out, sell outCrank up that funk machineSell out, sell outCan't pay no bills with your prideSell out, sell outOh, I know 'cause baby I triedSell out, sell outIt's easy once you concedeSell out, sell outThat love ain't all you needThe ivory tower's fallen downThe nickles and dimes are spentI've given up castles in the airI couldn't afford the rentEvery man has his selling priceI'm taking the highest bidCome out of the clouds, Sir Rupert saidAnd do what Stevie didPeddle yourselfYou'd better take my adviceOr sit on the shelfHe couldn't be more preciseDon't get me wrongI'd hate to be misconstruedBut stringing alongIt's the only thing left to doSell out, sell outYeah, that's the name of the gameSell out, sell outThat anybody can playSell out, sell outDon't you know what I meanSell out, sell outCrank up that funk machineSell out, sell outYou've gotta move with the timesSell out, sell outOr they'll surely leave you behindSell out, sell outThere's no sweeter sound than the crashSell out, sell outOf freshly minted cashSell out
