Shiny limousine and lingerie
You’d be hot if you weren’t so damn mean
Paparazzi boy, that signature walk
You’d have style if you could only talk
What kind of message is this?
What do I tell the kids?
I said, who do you think, who do you think you are?
Armed entourage, security’s tight
Men in black to get us through the night
They say: Love thy family and heed the call
If we don’t, we’re only human after all
What kind of message is this?
What do I tell the kids?
I said, who do you think, who do you think you are?
What the hell is there to grin about?
Let’s talk sense so we can work it out
Something you’ll have to admit
Something to tell the kids
I said, who do you think, who do you think you
Who do you think, who do you think you
Who do you think, who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?