It's the taste that makes him do it and he always does it right
He's a little piece of history 'cos his brain it ain't too tight
And his mumma, she's a bummer but she's really, really gear
And his poppa, he's a bopper with an empty crate of beer
And his brother, he's a lover and his sister is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.
Oh, Steven's got a poppy and it keeps him warm and tight
He keeps it down his trousers to protect him in a fight
He paints, it is a fetish, it ain't all that he can do
I guess he never watched the news
His eight-string is a lover and his six-string is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.
I guess he's almost handsome, I guess he's rather brave
I guess he got some evidence for living in caves
I know his little brother, I know he don't exist
I can always beat him on the army list
His Vashti is a lover, his hedgehog is one too
I guess they don't know what Steven do.
Oh, camels lack reality and camels lack a brain
I guess that ain't too true but there's a villa in Spain
He's got a kiosk fetish, an aspro in his glass
You know that Stevie never lives in the past
His headpiece is a kiosk, his wigwam bandit too
I guess they don't know what Stevie do.
