You've got [bad word] into my kitchen for a crime
You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite
I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself
Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health

Made of paper and glue
You're [bad word] s cube
You can buy it in cans, tin cans
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure

Watching your weekends and your [bad word] Trying to color in between the dotted lines
Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand
But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand

Made of paper and glue
You're [bad word] s cube
You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure

Made of paper and glue
You're [bad word] s cube
You can buy it in cans (tin cans)
You were always the first
But I think you've got your hands reversed
Hands reversed
Hands reversed
And cool for sure