Mister White Keys

He's a friend to all the stars

Made a fortune selling cars

Not beyond a little sleaze

He's Mister White KeysWifey loves the tanning booth

Just a little altered truth

Made America's who's who

If he could do it so could youSheltered in tax brackets

Higher than an angel's cloud

Pontificates on rackets

And cheats on his wife with his palsOnce he met a musician

Shook his hand like a soul man

Not a lot like you or me

He's Mister White KeysHe climbs into daddy's Benz

And goes collecting the rents of those welfare cheatsA lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat

He dances like a chovel with a couple left feet

He said he'd rather own the whole damn town

Than be graceful or be well-endowedHe exaggerates a bit

Foot and mouth a perfect fit

He's the one who tried to cheese

He's Mister White Key'sI feel sorry for the guy

I laugh when I see his stick

All that poor bastard wanted

Was to make it with the beautiful chicks

But that don't excuse the prickHe's Mister White Keys

He's Mister White Keys

He's Mister White Keys

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He's Mister White Keys

He's Mister White Keys

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HeyHe climbs into daddy's Benz

And goes collecting the rents of those wellfare cheats