You're a knife to his gun
When you're bored
He's out having fun
You're always on the lookout
And he's a star
You struggle with do's
And who the hell you are
So c'mon, c'mon you want to get on
If you only knew
You're a giver he's a getter
Just a little bit better than you
He's a doctor
You're a nurse
He's got unbounced checks
You got an empty purse
He's a hundred and ten
When you got a hunch
He's a five star king
And you're out to lunch
So c'mon, c'mon you want to get on
If you only knew
You're a giver he's a getter
Just a little bit better than you
He's piling trophies
You're on the hunt
He's of royal descent
You're a bonafide runt
He's the don of your humiliation
While you paint it pink
He cranks Brownsville Station
So c'mon, c'mon you want to get on
