You've got red shoes, and the sports car

You think you're really cool, I gotta say

You just don't know what games to play

You like football, and play on Saturdays

When the weekends gone, you go to work

In a nasty office as a filing clerk

So don't you tell me, I'm not listening

I've already heard it

You better watch your back

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

Mobile, but no conversation

You've got credit cards, Megadrive

Fax me lunch, Mister 9 to 5

You've got timeshare, for your holidays

It's the same routine, the life you lead,

The friends you keep, your lack of taste

So don't you tell me, I'm not listening

I've already heard it

You better watch your back

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on, I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

I'm gonna take you on

Take me on, take me on, take me on

I'm gonna take you on

Take me on, take me on, take me on,

I'm gonna take you on