Humorous, self-referential, fun, upbeat, with a psuedo-dancy old-school R&B feel.

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Elitist snobs who project their own insecurities onto the world got me to write the lyrics. The music just came from the gut.

Verse 1

Let me tell ya about one thing, y'all
Let me tell ya about one thing
You gotta get yourself some shoes with sole

If you ain't got soul now, hmmm
Better get a trenchcoat
or maybe wear something retro.
Chorus 1

Don't you all want to be Superior?
I know I do
You sing a song about a flagpole sitta
How 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
Verse 2

Let me tell ya about two things, y'all
Let me tell ya about two things Ya gotta get some glasses on your nose

Make sure they're narrow... hmmm
Horn-rimmed and plastic
Get some pomade in your hair and you're good to go
Chorus 2

Don't you all want to be Superior?
I know I do
You sing a song about a flagpole sitta
How 'bout you?
How 'bout you?
Bridge

Sometimes, sometimes, it's all too much
So have another Toffifay
'Cuz in the end it don't mean nothing (no)
Well not that much, anyway
So you don't always have to be cool... hmm
Each and every lovely day
As if what's up front is all that matters

Verse 3

(Alright, maybe one more)

Let me tell ya about three things, y'all
Let me tell ya about three things
Sometimes you got somewhere to go

If you're gonna go somewhere... hmm
Better go in style, now Get an Audi, maybe a Peugeot
Chorus 3

Don't you all want to be Superior?
I know I do
You sing a song about a flagpole sitta
How 'bout you?
How 'bout you and me too?

We all want to be (we all wanna be)
So happy (there's no doubt about it)
Livin' large, on the scene (we're livin large)... hmm...
You know wut I mean? (yes I do) (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah)
Makin loose change (they're makin loose change)
Using large brains (with large brains)
Hey you, c'mere, gimme a kiss, hey! hey! (better make it fast or he's gonna get pissed)
Livin' above the little people
They don't mean nothin', no
everything is nothing at all