Nine out of ten mortals agree today; To much fame causes spiritual decay To all the punks who believe life imitates music No more candy for you We can't hang with you To all the punks who wanna be rock stars and do what they do There's no future for you That's the life of a fool No more candy, no more candy for You we're too funky and you can't handle our groove To all the freaks in the magazines who never paid no dues No more candy for you You can't sing it's true To all the freaks walking into walls Somebody put a spell on you No more candy for you I guess The devil got a brand new fool To all the haterz on the internet Somebody's lookin' at you No more candy for you They got your number now, fool To all the s**erz winning anything And thanking the lord for what they do No more candy for you No more candy for you I am too funky and you can't handle my groove.