"Rhumbatorium" lyrics

All music is shit and the world is a toilet bowl
Sit down on the throne, push out some rock and roll
"I don't know, I just don't get it"
Well then, it's not for you
Oh, it's hard being so cool

I'm a secret shopper, I'm a
A golden shopper, I'm a

It's a curse to be good-looking
Wait and see what I've got cooking
I wanna see you up in the bleachers
No pants, just waving your t-shirt

This is all because of you
Open the door, now push me through
Rhumba, rhumba, rhumbatorium

Rhumbatorium
Rhumbatorium
We don't need it
We don't need it
We don't need no one to tell us how to behave
We get away with murder and dig our own graves

It's a curse to be good-looking
Wait and see what I've got cooking
I wanna see you up in the bleachers
No pants, just waving your t-shirt
Yeehaw!

This is all because of you
Open the door, now push me through
Rhumba, rhumba, rhumbatorium

Cool is out, weird is in
My apron is seditionary
Unicorn skin
A blessing from the man
The door was blown, screeched
I was blown in by the wind
Is this the end?
Upon the throne the thoughts began
Can you smell the aroma I'm cooking?
Not another kitchenette trend, please
As I was looking
Freedom starts from within
Read my t-shirt
The stitch is singular, but let's be plural
Murder on the floor of the opera
Your heart beats the music
It's the shit, no softener
And the world is our toilet tank
Just don't let the lid slam