Speed Racer

(that was art, you guys just—)

I used to date this lovely boy
He came to NOLA from Chicago, Illinois, and I
Didn’t mean to get involved
But he was charming, he was tall, and I was straight

But then I kissed a lot of girls (I can’t with this—)
I think I rocked his Sigma Chi world, and he
Liked his Sazerac with a chaser
This one’s for you, speed racer, sorry I’m gay

But ya know he moved to LA
And he finally seems happy
And I still learn a lot from him
Like this one lesson
That I got after watching him shoot his vocational shot
I said, “speed racer, what have you learned?”

And he said money is power
You’ve got to be yourself
And na na na na na na na na na sex sells

I think he’s finally living free
Living for himself, fuck a finance degree
And we haven’t talked but I’m still grateful for him
Especially now as I remember his lesson

‘Cause he’s right you know
There are certain rules by which we go
You know what they are

Money is power
You’ve got to be yourself
And na na na na na na na na na sex sells

Money is power
You’ve got to be yourself
And na na na na na na na na na sex sells

Sex sells