Blame it all on Bill Gates, I don't go on dates
But online they adore me I swear
I let my hair grow, I let myself go
As I sit here in my underwear
And I am not known, to wear fancy cologne
Haven't showered in three or four weeks
No need for hygiene, as I stare at the screen
It don't matter when chatting with geeks
Cause I've got friends on myspace, it's
The singles bar for basket cases
There's no cover to pay, no, we just type all day
Yeah I'm not big on face-to-faces
I just sit here at home, and get so wasted
Cause I've got friends with myspaces
Well you start off with Tom, soon you'll have a throng
Of the friends all over the world
Everybody's a genius with a fifteen-inch... personality
In this family of misfits and nerds
Don't need no fancy car, you can be quite bizarre
Or stinky or nasty or short
No teenagers allowed, though they show up somehow
It's a predator's dang smorgasbord
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
So totally, like, yeah, the whole human race is
Pimping out their page, I change mine every day
Yeah I have zits and warts and braces
That's why all my pics are cut and pasted
Yeah I've got friends with myspaces
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
A big old fight, for my top-friend places
They're better by far, than friends who actually know who you are
Yeah we don't need to show our faces
When the grid goes down, it might just erase us
But till then I've got friends with myspaces
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
The singles bar for basket cases
There's no dues to pay, we just type all day
Yeah I'm not big on face-to-faces
I just sit here at home, and get so wasted
Cause I've got friends with myspaces
But online they adore me I swear
I let my hair grow, I let myself go
As I sit here in my underwear
And I am not known, to wear fancy cologne
Haven't showered in three or four weeks
No need for hygiene, as I stare at the screen
It don't matter when chatting with geeks
Cause I've got friends on myspace, it's
The singles bar for basket cases
There's no cover to pay, no, we just type all day
Yeah I'm not big on face-to-faces
I just sit here at home, and get so wasted
Cause I've got friends with myspaces
Well you start off with Tom, soon you'll have a throng
Of the friends all over the world
Everybody's a genius with a fifteen-inch... personality
In this family of misfits and nerds
Don't need no fancy car, you can be quite bizarre
Or stinky or nasty or short
No teenagers allowed, though they show up somehow
It's a predator's dang smorgasbord
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
So totally, like, yeah, the whole human race is
Pimping out their page, I change mine every day
Yeah I have zits and warts and braces
That's why all my pics are cut and pasted
Yeah I've got friends with myspaces
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
A big old fight, for my top-friend places
They're better by far, than friends who actually know who you are
Yeah we don't need to show our faces
When the grid goes down, it might just erase us
But till then I've got friends with myspaces
Yeah I've got friends on myspace, it's
The singles bar for basket cases
There's no dues to pay, we just type all day
Yeah I'm not big on face-to-faces
I just sit here at home, and get so wasted
Cause I've got friends with myspaces