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You go to Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I want a cookie cutter that's shaped like Ayn Rand I want a custom oven mitt that only fits my hand I want the same carrot peeler that I saw on PBS Do I want those gold toothpicks? Hell motherfuckin' yes I want a silver boat to pour out my gravy And a chrome pepper grinder that matches my Mercedes Wanna know where I shop at has me lookin' so pleased Where there's only one store that suits all my needs I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! My speakers are Bose and the Image is Sharper The Price is always Right so just call me Bob Barker A lot of people say that they think I'm a sucker Just because I buy my fruit from Dean and Deluca Oops I be [???] like the beluga that makes my caviar Now, what the fuck did you do with my carrot peeler? (Um, I thought I was supposed to use it to peel these yams) NOOO! You ain't a fancy boy, you just don't understand Now come on fancy boys the whole world over, get into your cars and drive to Williams-Sonoma I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! Now stir the pot and taste the soup Stir the pot and taste that soup Now stir the pot and taste the soup Stir the pot and taste that soup Now stir the pot and taste the soup Stir the pot and taste that soup Now stir the pot and taste the soup Stir the pot and taste that soup Now frost that cake, frost that cake, frost that cake, frost that cake! On the outside of my face I may be satisfied lookin' But I've got two sides, like the Jekyll and Hyde of cookin' Now one of those sides is a demented kitchen bitch And I have figured out a way to make my kitchen rich I need an apron (Haute couture) It's gotta be bedazzled and not demure I'm gonna wear it while preparin' my Carrots with a pairing knife I got fair trade and paid for with my granite credit card What's my credit limit? (What?) THROUGH THE ROOF Seriously, I cannot shop enough and that is the truth In the morning I wake up and want a cup of java And I'm needing something with that $40 cap of flava So a Kopi Luwak eats and shits my coffee beans And then I French press Chemex pour it over just like in your dreams A lot of people ask me where I get my go-go gadjets Your dreams are much closer than you ever imagined Drive past the Pier One to that holy kitchen grail [???] and DO NOT EXPECT A SALE I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma! I am a fancy boy, I shop at Williams-Sonoma!