Текст песни Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady - ROOT!

Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady
Hooray for Mr. Microsoft
Give it up for the guys from Google
Mad Props for Crazy John

But if coming out your ears
Ain't reward enough
You got to spare a thought
For those who are better off

We'll give an award to the movie star
Pop singer here's your ARIA
Make a sportsman, Father of the Year
It takes guts to live without the working man's fears
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Next time your watching some musician
Playing his down home, late night, smoky bar dirge
About his itinerant lifestyle
And the breakdown of his relationships
You stop him right there
And say why not play a song
About having to suck up to your boss
Even though you hate his guts
Or going home and telling your wife
That you've been made redundant
Or knowing that no one in this country or state
Or town or even in this room
Gives the remotest of craps about you
Or waking up in the morning and knowing
That your never going to be the thing you dreamed of as a kid
Cos' if you've never lived the blues
How can you sing them?

Three Cheers for the Boost Juice Lady
Sympathise when the footy guy drink drives
Let a politician kiss your baby
The Mogul's funeral we'll televise

With so many on the breadline
It's lonely at the top
You got to spare a thought for those who are better off
Spare a thought for those who are better off
Spare a thought for those who are better off