Hey kids here comes the Crack Man
He’s got a bundle of joy
You may think that he’s you’re best friend
That’s how stupid you are

You’re friends don’t think you’re that cool
In fact they think that you’re a fuckin’ fool
And don’t think that they won’t be laughing at you
turning blue in a eight by two

And that girl hangin’ ’round wants some
That’s why she’s acting coy
And as soon as all of your fun runs out,
well, she won’t be far behind

You’re friends don’t think you’re that cool
In fact they think that you’re a fuckin’ fool
And don’t think that they won’t be laughing at you
turning blue in a eight by two

(Solo)

Hey kids here comes the Ice Man
He’s got the latest toy
Don't tell me you think he’s you’re best friend
’cause he don’t give a shit if you live or die

You’re friends don’t think you’re that cool
In fact they think that you’re a fuckin’ fool
And don’t think that they won’t be laughing at you
turning blue in a eight by two

Music & Lyrics ~ Scott Ferguson
© 1992 Stanton Park Music/Black Hole Music