Mr. Reporter

Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, Mr. Reporter

I'll believe all that you put down

I'll believe the sun is going up

Even though it's going down



Hey, Mr. Reporter

Don't you twist my words around

I'll kill you, I won't let you

Distort my simple sound



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Did your daddy stop you playing

With your friends when you were young?

And is that why you run down

All the young folks have their fun?



And the reason I am stupid

Is 'cause I read you every day

You misquote all of the true things

Because they rubbed you of the wrong way



Hey, Mr. Reporter

How 'bout talking about yourself?

Do you like what you're doing

Or is it that you can do nothing else?



Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

Hey, hey