Hey Hey

Big business rakes in the dollars
Giving disco boys a pair of fake collars
Even though you need an image to follow
Then make money from the garbage he swallows
Trapped in a web that you don't understand
Forced out in the cold by the family plan
With your tounge hanging out dick in your hand
Talking bout the Ideal Man
So when they get you at the end of the day
Holding out your hand for a pentance in pay
With your tongue hanging out and a hole in your brain
Don't you think that your going insane
Finally discover that you haven't got it made
Don't know what to do when you make it to the end of the day

So let's examine the ideal guy
With his toothpaste smile
And his Jiorucci tie
All that money
Lessons to learn
All those brain cells get too burned

Cause he's trapped in a web
Forced out in the cold
With his tounge hanging out
Just waiting to get old

Yo, Where'd I put that guitar?
So here we are at the end of the day
Holding out our hand for a pentance in pay
Hole in your pocket, hole in your brain
Don't you think that you're going insane?
Finally discover that you haven't got it made
Don't know if you make it if you make it to the end of the day