Dude

Dudes, where's my point?

Down the drain?, sinus pain

Big boy burger man

I'm the one who can

Pizza on the house,

Europe's in the can

Jap's are all tied up,

Aussie's on the run

You don't even know, dude's

I am the one [Chorus:]

Forehead throbbing, stomach's bobbing

It's my job and not a hobby

Call me gumby, you don't want me

Burgers coming, now

I'm bumming

I can get some time, studio is prime

Budget for the food, sushi's really smooth

Release our demo tapes, the money that it makes

Will never be enough, to reconstruct your legs

On your visions we could choke

Dude, you're a joke

Sound is burning, it's really happening

Deals are churning the weels are turning around

You're breaking, because

I'm making you

I'm not faking,

I won't take you for a ride

I'm saying, you guys will get what you want

I'm praying,

I'm gonna get a big point

Baby it's in your mind, 'cause you never had it!!!