Get Faster, Cry For Happy Getting faster-er. It's a fuckin' crime, (It's trite and nice, motherfuckers) Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, I got nothin' to say! But I'll scream bloody murder, Just like I were five Present it so safely, And pray it survives. Promote it and sell it With a whole lotta sass, Hooray, Hooray! For the upper-middle class. (Repeat first verse) Yawn, it's the old One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight...