Lyrics

When a blonde-haired yuppie steals my parking spot
I’m like, salute you
When some meat-head colleague complains that I’m not a jock
I’m like, salute you and your partner, too

Farhi said I wasn’t funny, but I made lots of money
huh, how do you like that sh—?
and although most people would move on
I just ain’t one of ‘em
I’m like salute you

Lookee here I’m famous but I’m still shameless
if you slight me you’d better beware
I find every infraction so outrageous
though I admit most people wouldn’t care

I’d like to duel you like it’s 1822 (those were the days yeah, I was a teenager)
Oooo, I’ll always hold a grudge against you
yeah, go on and go to hell, Raju

When an NFL coach lies to my face
I’m like, salute you
When a cross country skier skis right past my place
I’m like, salute you and your children, too
(fade out)
I’m just getting started, I have so many targets
yeah, so many enemies
and for the wrong that you did me
I’d love to punch your kidneys
and salute you

A parody of Cee Lo Green, “F*** You"