Stop eating all that chocolate
Eat salad instead
In fact, you're a half-wit from somewhere or other
Why don't you bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland?

Glam Rick, Glam Rick

Don't try to ch*** **, I'm fragile
You hang around with camera crews in shell-suits
You lecture on sweets
You read Viz comic

Glam Rick, Glam Rick

You are bequeathed in suede
You are entrenched in suede
Glam Rick
You've got celluloid in your genes dad

You are Glam Rick

You've cut my income by one third
You are working on a video project
You hog the bathroom
And never put your hand in your pocket

Glam Rick, you're Glam Rick

You're paging Malagna in Spain
But can't read between the lines
Your price, cut down
You're one of the best songs I've ever heard by Stephen King

Glam Rick, Rhinestone

Your Clearasil produces Richthofen rashes
Sideboard-like on mountains
Clearasil is in conjunction
Shadrach, the shock

Glam Rick

You post out sixty-page computer printouts
On the end of forests
All the above will come back to you
And confirm you as a damn pest

Glam Rick, Glam Rick, you're Glam Rick