You think you're hot shit, you think you're so cool, fed with money, from your rich parents, but you've a problem, you have no friends, you are too proud, to see reality. With your showy car you are driving through the city, the window's open n' the music loud, people are looking and see ya gas guzzler, you need this attention for your self esteem. You think you're hot shit, you think you're so cool, fed with money, from your rich parents, but you've a problem, you have no friends, you are too proud, to see reality. In a discotheque you're searching for a fling, you open your purse to pick up a girl, you find a airhead and it goes to your flat, you slam the drunken dizzy all night long. You think you're hot shit, you think you're so cool, fed with money, from your rich parents, but you've a problem, you have no friends, you are too proud, to see reality. Without your money you would be a dog-ass, and you wouldn't have unreal friends yet, because you gotta buy all your friendships, you're really a poor animal.