Bobby goes to work on Mondays
He's got a car but he don't drive
Billy meets him at the office
Neither one knows he's alive

Tommy's closing a big deal
And he's running late for squash
Mikey's Talking on the cell phone
His confidence is never lost

Here come the future boys (future boys)
Making money, oh my God!

Looking so good you want to eat them
Watching how future women treat them
No weapon on Earth could ever defeat them

Here you see the creature in his natural habitat
Can't take away his money 'cause he's got too much of that
Future boys, we'll be future boys

Stevie's joined the corporation
Another boy for the beehive
Johnny makes love to a dummy
Says, "Ain't it good to be alive"

Writer : SPENCER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC