Walking with noses in air
Preppy people with clean-out hair
Dressed up, all set to go
Turtlenecking, whiffs of Polo
Here comes another one
Harvard junkie, dads proud son
Letterman of the croquet team
Hes such a stud
You can see
The way they walk is so goofy
The boat shoes and alligators
Theyre so cute
Upon their necks the symbol of a stuck-up pest
But I just dont care to see
These fortunates make fun of me
Hes on his second beer
Acting stupid with his peers
Slurring talk
He tells the girls about his yacht
Trying to get these chicks back to his room
So he can look dumb and pass out on them
Raised by kings and queens
What a life
Waited on hand and foot
Just for a smile
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
And if you find a good one in the batch
Then disregard everything that Ive said
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
Preppy Peckernecks!
Peckernecks!
Peckernecks!
Peckernecks!
Peckernecks march...
Cant you see that Fahrvergnugen is different than Benz?
Class comes from the heart not from swollen heads
Every time you pass a Preppy Peckernecks youll see
The nose thats pointing north is not the type for me
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
