[Intro]
Martyr, loser, king
The only winning move is not to play
[Verse 1]
And when the church bells started ringing
I was the first one to wake up
And listen old man
You ain't got no rhythm
You ain't got no rhythm
And that's what's up
I'm mister martyr, loser, king now
So let the children fill my cup
And listen old man
You ain't got no rhythm
You ain't got no rhythm
And that's what's up
And you can go ask Mother Mary-y-y-y-y
Because the poets know what's up
[Interlude: Spoken]
This poet, he walked out on stage
And he just knew when was gonna do
There was a grande piano on stage
And he walked and vomited inside the piano
[Verse 2]
And you can go ask Chuck Bukowski
Because the poets know what's up
And listen old man
You ain't got no rhythm
You ain't got no rhythm
And that's what's up
They say I look like Paul McCartney
Owen Steller's in a huff
And listen old man
You ain't got no rhythm
You ain't got no rhythm
And that's what's up
I'm mister martyr, loser, king now
So let the children fill my cup
And listen old man
You ain't got (got, got, got) no rhythm
You ain't got no rhythm
And that's what's up