You're telling me things
That you're gonna do,
Just like you told me all the time,
That you'd always be true.
Telling me, you, and him;
Yes, you're just friends.
Where do lies stop
And the truth begins?
Yeah right!
Yeah right!
Wear my cross up around you're throat,
Struttin' all around in the leopard coat.
Noddin' my head like I know you could,
But you never did nothing that you said you would.
Yeah right!
Yeah right!
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out.
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!
Gonna be a model for the neighbors and then
Move to California and live with a friend.
Go to school, and work somewhere in Santa Fe.
Go on expedition down in Paraguay.
Yeah right!
Yeah right!
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out.
It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me!
Yeah right; you're gonna move to California
And live with your good friends,
And then your gonna go skiing
With your good friends from school.
The state school!
Yeah right.