A       D            E        A
Take your red bikinis and your Lamborghinis
          A             D            E              A
Take your tans and your men with the spray in their hair
          A         D                 E            A
Take your tasteless beers and your ill-replenished beach
          A         D           E            A
Take your tacky houses that you built on the sea

[Verse 2]
        A         D           E         A
That'll just wash away in the next hurricane
       A            D                   E            A
But it don't matter now and you'll just build 'em up again
               A          D          E             F#m
And they'll be bigger and faster and stronger than before
          A             D               E             F#m
'Til they pick up their skirts and they walk down the street
        A               D            E          A
Saying "Fuck all y'all, we're moving to the country"

[Verse 3]
        A             D               E      A
So they plop down and call themselves luxury suites
  A           D      E            A
A name that a man invented in his sleep
        A             D           E        A
Now the driveways are filled with Lamborghinis
        A             D           E       A
And the backyards are filled with red bikinis
         A           D        E       F#m
And that poor little piece of fertile country
                A                D      E          F#m
Could have been growing some for food a factory to reap
   A           D             E         F#m
To process and package for a family to eat
    A           D          E            A
Who look with envy at that house on the street

[Verse 4]
          A                        D               E               A
What they don't know is that those people have got nothing that'll last
            A          D      E              A
'Cause they don't even really know their own kids
           A              D                     E            A
Who'll get good grades in school and fill their days up with things
        A        D              E          A
And who don't realize that they can't even think
        A                D         E          F#m
For themselves and don't even know how to ask why
               A            D
'Cause they're told what to think
                 E                                                        A
And what they're told is a good-for-nothing, dirty, rotten scoundrel of a lie