You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire (With Interlude)

K-L-O-N, Los Angeles clone radio We play the songs that sound more like everyone else, than anyone else (Klon) Hey, alright, it's Kip Kasper, Klon Radio, LA's infinite repeat How we feelin' out there? How's your drive-time commute? I need a saga. What's the saga? It's "Songs for the Deaf" You can't even hear it Dead bull with the life from the low I'll be massive conquistador Give me soul and show me the door Metal heavy, soft at the core Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Pressurize, neutralize Deep-fried, gimme some more Space flunky, four on the floor Fortified with the liquor store This one's down, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Shrunken head, I love to adore B-movie, gimme some gore Gimme toro, gimme some more B-movie, gimme some gore Yeah Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Yeah