Now L.A. hip and N.Y. chic
Been dancing lately cheek to cheek
While Midwest good ol' boys like me
Should all be playing catch-up, see
Subscribe to the Village Voice in throngs
And guess who gigs at Madame Wong's
Well drop your pens and pant designs
And drop six words in your open minds
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
To the Hollywood school teaching everything's cool
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
To the Greenwich mockingbird who has gotta have the last word
Got your head together now?
Got a way that's better now?
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
Say what, bad rap, uh huh
You save the whales, you save the seals
You save whatever's cute and squeals
But you kill "that thing" that's in the womb
Would not want no baby boom
Good, bad, laugh and scorn
Blame yourself for kiddie porn
Convenience is the law you keep
And your compassion's ankle deep
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
Wrap it in a fine philosophy
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
But your bottom line still says "me me me"
Got your head together now?
Got a way that's better now?
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
You'll march if all the streets are full
A two bit closet radical
No time to check the end result
Expedience is your catapult
Convictions make your skin to crawl
You act like you're above it all
You say faith is a crutch for a mind that's closed?
You guzzle your crutch and shove it up your nose
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
To my left wing band with their head in the sand
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
To the "might makes right" playin' chicken (delight)
Got your head together now?
Got a way that's better now?
Who you tryin' to kid, kid?
Can't understand those Christians so
You type us all in stereo
They're hypocrites, they're such a bore
Well come on in, there's room for one more
So now you're mad, who is this guy
To bake us all in one big pie?
You think I care? Forget it, hon
You've just been shot with your own gun
