Come down off your high horse,
Who do you think you are,
Just a clown in a one horse town,
In a broke down second-hand car,
Can you still get it up,
Or are we pushing too hard,
If you wanna get your hands on a beautiful girl,
You gotta use a Mastercard.

[1st Chorus:]
There´s no excuse for bullshit
So don´t try to feed me none,
You better shake some action,
Bring it on, bring it on,
You don´t like the way we speak,
You don´t like it when you lose,
Shouldn´t be sad, don´t get mad,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.

Get on your horse and ride,
Where shall we go today,
Let´s go to a place I know,
Where the speed freaks babble all day,
Or are you gonna be mean,
If you ever speak to a beautiful girl,
She´ll laugh you right out of your jeans.

[2nd Chorus:]
There´s no reason we should listen,
Why do you talk so much,
You better bite your finger,
Bring it up, bring it up,
You don´t like the way we fight,
You don´t have a fucking clue,
You won´t be great, but don´t be late,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.

[3rd Chorus:]
There´s nothing out here for you,
Why did you wait so long,
You better shake your moneymaker.

Bring it on, bring it on,
You don´t like the way we laugh,
At you and your retro shoes,
Don´t be a heel, or an imbecile,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues,
You ain´t gonna be no hero,
´Cos you ain´t got nothin´ to lose,
So move it out and shut your mouth,
Or we gonna teach you how to sing the blues.