Hot Panda - It's Worth Eight Dollars lyrics

We go out the old-fashioned way Matching boots, hats and a beret Lift it from a magazine Accessorize with the things you read Workin' hard for lowsome wage You haven't had a proper meal in days Without cigarettes, beer and caffeine It's no wonder you keep yourself so lean Your taste on your own Like the yard in your home It's made by someone else Dream of dressin' up, ships so tall Wanderin' 'round every port of hope They tip their caps, call you ma'am The gentleman will always kiss your hands 'Til a city man [something in French] Oh, I couldn't care 'bout politics The NDP, tories, or the Brits Your taste on your own Like the yard in your home It's made by someone else Your folks pay your phone And your dad?s on the dole And all you do is b**h