Let's go, ready? From the top My favorite shows on TV have twelve minutes of advertising I can't get behind that kind of time Eat quickly, drive faster, make more money now I can't get behind that My kids say, "He said to me, and I'm like and he's like and she's like" It's all, he's all, she's all I can't get behind that kind of like, English That'll be six to eight weeks before delivery The rising oceans, the warming temperatures The dying polar bears no, tigers in fifty years Rising poison in the air and water I can't understand why the price of gas suddenly rises When oil goes up But takes months to go down long after oil falls I can't get behind any of that I can't get behind the Gods, who are more vengeful, angry, and Dangerous if you don't believe in them Why can't all these Gods just get along? I mean, they're omnipotent and omnipresent, what's the problem? What's the problem? What about the men who say "Do as I do, believe in what I say, for your own good Or I'll kill you", I can't get behind that I can't get behind that Everybody knows everything about all of us That's too much knowledge I can't get behind that Yeah, and what about student drivers using my streets to learn? If you learn to play the drums you got to go to a studio Go to a parking lot, for God's sake, why are you jeopardizing my life? I can't get behind a student driver I can't behind a driver who drives like a student driver If you're going to drive an urban assault vehicle then get off the phone And keep your eyes on the road Lifetime guarantee? Who's lifetime? Not mine I haven't that much time left, let's make it yours Everybody's got a longer life than me The leaf blowers, is there anything more futile? Car alarms, clap off, clap on, spam Size matters, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't Yes, it does, no, it doesn't no, it doesn't Yes, it does! Yes, it does My phone rings, make millions in minutes It's a computer, lose inches in hours Leave me the Hell alone, eat more spend less The Colonel is breakdancing, give me a break Credit terms raised I can't get behind any of that I can't get behind so-called singers that can't carry a tune Get paid for talking, how easy is that? Well, maybe I could get behind that Well, I can't, if you have to fix it with a computer Quantized, pitch corrected, and overly inspected Then you can't do it, and I can't get behind that I can't get behind a fat ass Yeah, Bill, can you turn around and do one more? Always can do one more Let's hit it!