He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign pc's, At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen, Looking good mr bu*tons, so you should mr bu*tons. He don't have respect for authority, makes shadows in a rich man's world, Back doors are always available, no one ever gets hurt or k**ed, Just a game mr bu*tons, feel no shame mr bu*tons Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money's gone, Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail. A surfing highwayman making out the best he can. Watch your back mr bu*tons, on your tracks mr bu*tons, Watch your tail mr bu*tons, on your trail mr bu*tons.
He went down state penitentiary, locked him up threw away the key, In time they gave him the library, access to the new pc... Back on line mr bu*tons, doing fine mr bu*tons. Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money's gone, Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail, Holding up the planet, a surfing highwayman, making out the best he can, That's mr bu*tons, mr bu*tons, mr bu*tons, Holding up the planet, a surfing highwayman, moving money just for fun, Oh mr bu*tons, mr bu*tons, mr bu*tons. Written by dick/gardiner/sharp 1998 Published by fishy music ltd/ hit and run music publishing ltd/ little sharpster/irs songs