Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted ... One moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?

His skills are empty, needs green, lag is heavy
His hunger is getting red already, needs spaghetti
No newbie, knows what to do, be sure that he's ready
To read books, shortage of cooks, no Betty
Crockers in town, so he goes to sit down
Right next to a clown, this lot is so spread out
He's studyin' now, but everyone's partyin' loud
He's leavin' this house, no skills to be found, Argh!!!!!
Snap back to view this city, Oh, no activity
Oh, so explicit, these homes
Are so twisted, he's old, unloads his simmy, no
He won't miss it, he roams in Mt. Fuji, these hopes
To go make his dream home
Won't blow over, he's broke
But so stoked cuz he knows
The lone way to make dough and so, chess and then
Back to the lab again, grow
His own potion
He holds to this notion, this motion and hope it don't crush him

You better skill yourself and go use it, for coding
And gnoming, you better never sell 'em low
You only get one lock, do not try for four or more
Cuz the decay it'll haunt you for a lifetime yo

Percentage is scraping, up now to one-eighteen
Your king is mine for the taking
Watch your queen, as I move toward her, check's in order
You might think this is borin', but Superstar's so lonely, fast forward
This only grows broader, only no borders
You know it's not over, it's only just started
Post to post flows, emotions grow hotter
Versions load, so time has told we've grown farther
you know, he just wanna
Control his own life and Be Somebody. Else. Or
Be known to hold classic "gnome-til-you-drop"-ers
His goal's to own his own home, so he oughtta
Move on to the next zone and hone
His phone tone to sell product
Old mirror propped up beholds and unfolds
I suppose that he's gotta, learn simlish, no par
No, Persona non grata

You better skill yourself and go use it, for coding
And gnoming, you better never sell 'em low
You only get one lock, do not try for four or more
Cuz the decay it'll haunt you for a lifetime yo

No more games, I'ma change to chaps and rave
Tear this bodybuckin' bull down like two sims caged
I was skillin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed
I been skilled up to go out and earn my wage
So I'm out typing, story-writin' for six figures
Best believe no way I'm payin' this gold digger
Who begs, too fake to make her gold bigger
So I sell this gnome I won't give her
Hostess with the most, so I tip her, all I can
But man, these wood-man food stamps don't deliver
I need a new job, to try with new vigor, pizza's my gig
And these pies are so hard and it's getting' even harder
Tryin' to feed a sauce or my cheese, plus
See dough on it, caught up bein' a caller pleadin' to Madonna,
Harry Potter, Hobbit's screamin' "MD
Ipso Parlano Mano"
What do we got, we gonna burn or not
Has gotten us to the point there's no supreme, we've got
To use IM to plot, fore we end up red and stop
Pizza is my only money-makin' option, Band is not
Llama, love you, but this Sim has got to go
I can start my home on Dewey's Lot
So here I go, it's my shot
Stores fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

You better skill yourself and go use it, for coding
And gnoming, you better never sell 'em low
You only get one lock, do not try for four or more
Cuz the decay it'll haunt you for a lifetime yo