Nothing's free for you or me I think I see a CD-buy it mother.
It'll be fun to listen once then throw away.
You're buying.
Set out to the clothes shop, debating with Dad and Mum.
Operation T-shirt choose a 'naughty' slogan and buy some jewellery which'll never be worn.
Buy me a treat mum? (No!)
Get me a treat mum! (No!)
Time for my chorus: BUY A BOOB TUBE!
Dressed all pretty. Please, Mum (Missy!) Pretty little pleasing me and you.
Kiss cash goodbye or please will you sign this cheque 'for fun'?
You're buying. You're BUYING! You're buying. You're BUYING!!!
'Mellow' crappy Fred Durst-pity all the "tweenage" boys.
Write a lotta wish lists, torn some fabric at least there's more blue shiny plastic cards where that came from.
Buy me a treat mum? (No!)
Get me a treat mum! (No!)
Time for my chorus: BUY A BOOB TUBE!
Sulking in a "tweenage" bedroom waiting for your Mum.
If your Mum don't come you fret around from suff'ring a lack of jeans.
Buy me a treat mum? (No!)
Get me a treat mum! (No!)
Time for my chorus: BUY A BOOB TUBE! BUY A BOOB TUBE!
Next Burt: expert moping brother so the mother buys some toys for you.
See how he smiles while he gets a try to out-do Clive.
She's buying.
Mum'll come nearer trying to stop the awful brothers.
Solitary bedrooms sulking until Christmas
Damn, you should have seen them unite their Christmas notes.
He'll buy a traet, Mum! (Who?)
They'll buy a treat Mum! (Who?)
Father Christmas! Maybe new shoes!
Maybe boob tube, maybe boob tube, and maybe...new shoes! New, blue shoes! New boots! Boob tube! Blue shoes! Boob tube....