Some of us are winners, some were born to lose
You got the sandwich artist, the security guard
The Walmart greeter with an overdrawn credit card
He smokes ganja, ooh, it's so groovy
To stay at home and watch an Adam Sandler movie

She serves me coke and a medium fries
And no, thanks, I don't want it supersized
'Cause that's low-class, diabetes in a cup
Keep your head down, and things will look up

What the world needs is people like me
To keep it all spinnin' around
I'm the mover, I'm the shaker, I'm the headline-maker
Hmm, I get up (she gets up)
I get up