Free the hand, free the man Free the hand, free the man I remember, what the world was like Before cup holders It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good Now they keep our drinks upright And our cold drinks colder It's so nice, when something works The way it should Now we have them in our boats, lawnmowers and airplanes In our golf carts, our wheelchairs and our cars And in our bathrooms, there are some That fold up when we're done You can find one, nearly anywhere you are So why isn't everybody happy Why so much, discontent and strife And when I feel like Styrofoam Baby you make me feel at home Yes you're the cup holder, of my life Free the hand, free the man Free the hand, free the man With our cellphones, our drones and computers Before these things, how did we survive Now we rarely have to think, about a place to set our drink What a beautiful time, to be alive Now some people say cup holders Others say cupholders, cupholders Pronouncing the 'PH', as an 'F' There are two, schools of thought And discussions, can get hot But actually, either one's correct That's right So why isn't everybody happy Why so much, discontent and strife When my life, is in the can Baby you're my place to land Yes you're the cup holder, of my life Free the hand, free the man Free the hand, free the man Cup holder, cup holder Yeah! (We'll be right back We'll find out exactly how small it is)