Lyrics:Meet Your Crew

Lyrics

THE SNOOCH:
Richie, baby,
I'm reality show superstar The Snooch
And these are our quad mates
Fashion designer Gizmo Guccini and music festival producer Burt Bonnaroo

BURT:
Let me get your bags

GIZMO:
Welcome home
Membro del congresso

THE SNOOCH:
Fear not, Prisoner newb
The needy and poor won't bother you anymore
Fret not, inmate 202
These hollowed halls house elite criminals

On the outside, I was a TV star
(GIZMO: Then the IRS checked Myanmar)
I had 26 accounts offshore
Maybe a few million took a detour
Now my branding deals are "Force Majeure"

Oh well, now I'm in jail
(GIZMO: Bellissimo)
There's a tiki bar
(GIZMO: It's awesome)
And I make a mean kona cocktail

Oh boy, now I'm in jail
(GIZMO: Do I taste passion fruit?)
I'm still a big star
And I still eat caviar 

BURT:
I ran a festival that scammed a few
(GIZMO: I bribed a coach at a Big U)
Apparently fraudulence will get you time
(GIZMO: And loving your children is a crime)

Now I can't afford to buy celebrity friends
(GIZMO: My kids go to city college in a Benz)
The goal is to keep our holes protected

ALL:
Thank god we got the judge elected
This is where you go when you're well connected

Oh boy, now we're in jail
So light a cigar
It's basically a mixer for Yale

Oh boy, welcome to jail
Write a memoir
And sell it

The accommodations have been perfected
This is what you get when you're well connected

RICHARD:
Okay, I guess this is jail
A little bizarre
It feels like black-tie for blackmail

I guess this is jail
(bell rings)
There's a trolley car
Amazing

This is much better than expected
This is what you get when you're well connected

THE SNOOCH:
Kona cocktail?

RICHARD:
Uh, sure
(sips)
Outstanding