You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime

You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite

I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself

Because the breakfast of the champions is a hedonistic health



Made of paper and glue

You're a Rubik's cube

You can buy it in cans, tin cans

You were always the first

But I think you've got your hands reversed

Hands reversed

Hands reversed

And cool for sure



Watching your weekends and your holidays combine

Trying to color in between the dotted lines

Your only souvenir's a suitcase full of sand

But when you feel like you're a million then I feel like I'm a grand



Made of paper and glue

You're a Rubik's cube

You can buy it in cans (tin cans)

You were always the first

But I think you've got your hands reversed

Hands reversed

Hands reversed

And cool for sure



Made of paper and glue

You're a Rubik's cube

You can buy it in cans (tin cans)

You were always the first

But I think you've got your hands reversed

Hands reversed

Hands reversed

And cool for sure