Well, I know you can't work in fast food all your life,
But don't sign that paper tonight,
She said, But it's too late.

Yeah I don't remember what I read,

I don't remember what they said,
I guess it doesn't matter,
Guess it doesn't matter anymore.

Cause you're gonna go to the record store,
You're gonna give 'em all your money,
Radio plays what they want you to hear,
They tell me it's cool; I just don't believe it...

Sell out, with me, oh yeah,
Sell out, with me tonight,
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be alright.

No more flippin' burgers, puttin' on my silly hat,
You know I don't want that no more,
And I didn't ask when we'd get paid,
Quit my day job anyway,
I guess it doesn't matter,
Guess it doesn't matter anymore.

Cause you're gonna go to the record store
You're gonna give 'em all your money
Radio plays what they want you to hear
They tell me it's cool; I just don't believe it...

Sell out, with me, oh yeah,
Sell out, with me tonight,
The record company's gonna give me lots of money
And everything's gonna be...

And I don't think it'll be so bad,
And I know it won't be so bad,
Cause the man said, "That's the way it is,"
And the man said, "It don't get better than this,"
No, no, no.

So I signed on to the record company,
They said they're gonna give me lots of money,
If I play what they want you to hear,
They tell me it's cool, and I sure believe it...

Sell out, with me, oh yeah,
Sell out, with me tonight,
The record company's gonna give me lots of money,
And everything's gonna be alright...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
The record company is gonna make everything alright.

Baby, don't you sign that paper tonight, she said,
But I can't work in fast food all my life...