Well, I know you can't work in fast food all your life
But don't sign that paper tonight, she said, but it's too late.
I don't remember what I read, I don't remember what they said,
I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore
'Cause you're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
They tell me it's cool but I just don't believe it...
Sell out, with me oh yea, sell out, with me tonight
Record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be all right
No more flippin' burgers puttin' on my silly hat
You know I don't want that no more,
I didn't ask when we'd get paid,
I quit my day job anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter, I guess it doesn't matter anymore
You're gonna go to the record store,
You're gonna give'em all your money,
Radio plays what they want you to hear,
They tell me it's cool, but i just don't believe it
Sell out, with me oh yea,