So casa with the tattoo of an anaconda in a band from England
Oh, we were dunga, sets up in sandblad and jerks like espasers
Here's what the kids want, like ice cream and rads
Some boy group would look like the Aryan nation
But perfect genetics, but ain't no penetration
Songs by whoever, PR by girls
They want the kids' watch, sides are full of journals
We got what the kids want
Some wailing wet woman wants a patriarchy
Don't call me baby, I know that I'm lucky
Some rap or rapier, though most if it's fiction
They want the kids' watch, see no contradiction
We got what the kids want
Won't get through
Won't get through
Won't get through
Won't get through
Some record-hungry dick does the cook with the snort
Just lunchtime in London, just eating New York
One of the kids want it, it's for what's nice
What the kids want is a kick up the ass
We got what the kids want
What they want