He’s a rich churl
Now don’t try to chide him
Teflon on the souls of his shoes
You’re just poor folk
Empty as defueled rockets
Empty as rockets without a fuse
Sing Die Stem
Die Stem, Die Stem
He’s got Teflon on the soles of his shoes
The parasite class
Crushed beneath his feet
You know he’s got no use for you
Empathy a weakness
His soul sticks at nothing
Teflon on his soul and his shoes
Sing Die Stem
Die Stem, Die Stem
He’s got Telfon on his soul and his shoes