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