You're telling me things 

That you're gonna do, 

Just like you told me all the time 

That you'd always be true. 



Telling me you and him 

Yes you're just freinds. 

Where do lies stop 

And the truth begins? 



Yeah right! 

Yeah right! 



Wear my cross up around you're throat, 

Struttin all around in the leapord coat, 

noddin' my head like i know you could 

But you never did nothing that you said you would. 



Yeah right! 

Yeah right! 



It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out, 

It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me! 



Gonna be a model for the neighbors and then, 

Move to California and live with a freind, 

Go to school and work somewhere in Santa Fe 

Go on expedition down in paraguay. 



Yeah right! 

Yeah right! 



It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out, 

It sure sounds like you've got it all worked out to me! 



Spoken: 

Yeah right, You're gonna move to California 

And live with your good freinds, 

And then your gonna go skiing 

With your good freinds from school, 

The state school! 



Yeah right