Lyric Mr. White Keys

He s a friend to all the stars
Made a fortune selling cars
Not beyond a little sleaze
He s Mr. White Keys

Wifey loves the tanning booth
Just a little altered truth
Made America s Who s Who
If he could do it so could you
Sheltered in tax brackets
Higher than an angel s cloud
Pontificates on rackets
And cheats on his wife with his pals
Once he met a musician
Shook his hand like a Soul man
Not a lot like you or me
He s Mr. White KeysHe climbs into daddy s Benz and goes
Collecting the rents of those Welfare cheats
A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat
He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet
He said he d rather own the whole damn town
Than be graceful or be well-endowed
He exaggerates a bit
Foot and mouth a perfect fit
He s the one who tried the cheese
He s Mr. White Keys

I feel sorry for the guy
I laugh when I see his shtick
All that poor bastard wanted
Was to make it with the beautiful chicks
But that don t excuse the prick
He s Mr. White Keys
He climbs into daddy s Benz and goes
Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats