Skinny white, skinny white
Skinny white, skinny white
Skinny white thing
White thing, white thing
Skinny white thing you’re the king
You’re the queen of them all
You’ve got style, you’ve got looks
But your brain’s off the hook, hanging in the hall
In the car, in the bar or out on the street
There’s always a crowd that falls at your feet
Not the girls you meet
Ain’t it great to be fake
Skinny white thing
Livin' in your own wet dream
Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
Skinny white thing
You might be fine, unique
Attention so you seek
And if the mirror could walk
It would jump up and kiss you on the cheek
And you love the haze of clubs and places
With drippy girls and smiling faces
What did you take?
Ain’t it great to be fake
Skinny white thing
Livin' in your own wet dream
Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
Skinny white thing
Oh no
Phoney and fake
(Fake, fake, fake)
Like the drugs that you take
Phoney and fake
(Fake, fake, fake)
Like the people you rate
Phoney and fake
(Fake, fake, fake)
Like your father’s estate
Phoney and fake
Like the girls that you mate
Skinny white thing
Livin' in your own wet dream
Strut like a king and you pout like a queen
Skinny white thing
Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
Skinny, skinny, skinny white thing
Skinny white thing
Skinny white
Skinny white
Skinny white