Låttexter: Venetian Princess. Tinseltown Nanny.

Now Suri, you must study your dianetics book.
But I don't wanna!

Millions of years ago, the alien, Xenu
Collected all his people, and then
He threw them all around a volcano bring bombs in his machines,
And blew them all to smithereens

Your dad said you must wear a blanket or an opaque veil
Over your faces so you will stay pale
You must remember its not funny,
Stay away from where its sunny,
Or else he'll dangle you over an eighty-foot balcony

Break it down now

You know Hollywood is such a mess
All the drama goin' down with celeb train wrecks

They even stopped wearing bloomers under their dress
It makes me feel my food come up like I got acid reflux
But suppress that thought for a minute
The ones who clean their act up and then claim that they did it
I'm the one who saved their asses all from being committed
But of course they won't admit it cuz they hope they'll get acquitted

Lynn Spears was my client for some time
I took care of her girls back then in Britney's prime
But then the contract ran out
She thought she'd do it herself
And now the teen is knocked up and britney signed up for self-help

I got my work on my mind and I ain't too hard to find you got the dough I got the time and no this ain't no nursery rhyme