Yesterday's Future Man

Kevin is a queen bag chair.
Formless, floor-bound blob, he stares.
Keeps his kingdom in a box.
Shows those virtuals who’s the boss.
His best friend’s a hi-tek running shoe,
who can’t seem to move.
And now you’re blue, ooh, ooh.
It’s not like you, ooh, ooh.
How’s that revolution, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Whadja teach your children, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Ashley is a Gucci belt.
Retro-copied mesh goes well
with Paige, Caitlyn, and Nicole.
Accentuates the hips, sits low.
Her best friend’s next month’s Kate Spade purse, empty 'til it hurts.
And now you’re blue, ooh, ooh.
But, it’s all you, ooh, ooh.
How’s the underground, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Did we lose the sound, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Meet the new boss. He’s the son of the old boss.
Take me to your world, Yesterday’s Future man,
I saw as a girl, Yesterday’s Future Man,
on an album cover, Yesterday’s Future Man.
You know.
You know it’s all.
You know it’s all. you ooh, ooh, ooh.