I'm not in the audience anymore
Still, you perform, perform, perform
Concessionary extraordinary achievement
Preferring function over form
You think you're immune
Well, you're just a dull knife in a drawer full of spoons
Avaunt! Avaunt! Avaunt
What in the world could the world want?
Avaunt! Avaunt! Avaunt
What in the world could the world want?
There's a picture of a wooden floor on the floor
And plastic wood grain upon the door
One nation under imitation culture
Sitting on disposable furniture
I must've died in the wool
Everything is just so terrible
Avaunt! Avaunt! Avaunt
What in the world could the world want?
Avaunt! Avaunt! Avaunt
What in the world could the world want?