Das Por Cool

You’ve got tattoos
And dreadlocks too
Dressed like a bum
But you’ve got the dough
Your clothes are all torn
Imported from London
You’ve got two degrees
But you don’t know a thing

And you act so cool
Think you’re really cool
All you know is how to play it cool

You’ve got the cash, you’ve got the face
I’ll break it if you let me

You’ve got a sugar daddy
You’ve got a maid at home
You went to the Congo for a charity
With bodyguards and in a hotel
You joined Greenpeace
And bought the Sting album
You’ve always followed the trends
With Mandela, Chiapas, and the Amazon