Well, nobody wants to burn in Hell,
But everybody's got a soul to sell.
When I was young, my mama gave me some advice,
She said: "Boy, don't you know, everybody's got a price?"
I make lots of money, I make more money than you,
I drive around in my limo ‒ that's what I was born to do,
And I might like you better, if we fight together,
If it's not to be, then know, that I got somethin' better for you –
Naked pictures of your mother!
Naked pictures of your mother!
Naked pictures of your mother!
Go!
Solo!
I dropped a bomb on Japan,
I was a hostage in Iran,
I'm the ugly American,
Now I'm a government man,
A government man!
And I make lots of money, I make more money than you,
I drive around in my limo ‒ that's what I was born to do,
And I might like you better, if we fight together,
If it's not to be, then know, I got somethin' better for you –
Naked pictures of your mother!
Naked pictures of your mother!
Naked pictures of your mother!
Go!
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