Threw us together in a motel room Promised we'd be famous soon Made his money off a basement zoo Saw the Spice Girls set I can pick girls too Bob Cratchit hours, thousand crunches a day Said a steak night to whoever lands Carson Daly We were top 40 and living out our dreams He got a Porsche, we got a Camel Cash per diem After our shows, he took a bow Drove us by his high school Yelled, who's bad at football now? But we're finally at the wheel You can take the bus 'Cause everything we do belongs to us Leaving the stage, we hear through a cough Looks like talent took the day off Only let us eat crab 'cause you can't get fat From food that's so damn hard to get at Sketchy financials, 98% commission Our tour was only through countries with no extradition 20 years later we can still hear him say You work like dogs, the kind that sleep all day But now we're at the wheel You can take the bus 'Cause everything we do belongs to us 'Cause everything we do belongs to us