You got the look, but not the credit
They wrote the book, on how to sell it
From cigarettes, to skinny jeans
You got the money? They got the means

All you upper class daughters and working class sons
It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the [bad word] You’re the target market of a corporate joke
It won’t be so ironic when your daddy is broke!

Surprise Surprise!...Surprise Surprise!
You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise
Surprise Surprise!...Surprise Surprise!
And this revolution has been brought to you by…

Just find a style, so you can mimic
The tortured artist, the jaded cynic 
The latest gadget, is just a gimmick
Another sucker, born every minute
Well I’m sick of this town, bringing me down
It’s a first world epidemic all around
Well I’m sick of this town, bringing me down
lost generation trying to act profound

All you upper class daughters and working class sons
It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the [bad word] We got a counterculture you can buy off a shelf
If you’re losing your identity, try somebody else!

Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
And this revolution has been brought to you by…
Those who seem to think we don’t care
Those who seem to think we’re not aware
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise

All you working class daughters and upper class sons
It’s hard to save a dollar, the way the [bad word] We’re the target market of a corporate hoax
our generation is a [bad word] joke!

Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise
Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
And this revolution has been brought to you by…
Those who seem to think we don’t care
Those who seem to think we’re not aware

Surprise Surprise! Surprise Surprise!
You’re much better looking when you’re in disguise.