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