All of those Sneetches have a problem (in the shit)
At least the ones without a star on (got bare skin)
Not treated well by all the starred ones (bunch of dicks)
As points to grasp go, not a hard one (prejudice)

And I say, oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
Though they seem to be kin (kin), seems a birthmark's non-presence
Determines how the town will treat you and that's just not right, you know, ho-oh
And I say, oh-oh
It doesn't seem like much, just a star upon one's gut, yeah
But the smaller the diff'rence, clearer the point's spied

All of those Sneetches have a problem (in the shit)
Sucks to be those without a star on (got bare skin)
Nobody knows how it all started (not one hint)
The point is how rude are the starred ones (total dicks)

And then enter one Sylvester
McMonkey McBean, real tongue twister, said he's here as a helper
Bizarre machine that he's brought here, for a price he's gonna save your life
Give you a star real nice
That's gonna break established order
Those with stars can't be enforcers
Of their real bullshit social borders
'Cause that's now been labelled "former"

Thus solved the Sneetches' little problem (no more shit)
Now ev'rybody's got a star on (no bare skin)
Translate to real life, kinda awkward (hate to think)
Story's not over yet? Wait, hold on (wait a tick)

Sylvester goes to flog the cure (cure)
To not bein' the overlord, jackass
There are two types of bird once more, damn you, McBean
And back and forth it goes, in, out then in, oh-oh-oh (ooh)
What a total bastard (ooh-ooh)
A master scheme for profit, my god (oh) (ooh-ooh)
Now no-one can remember which kind (ooh-ooh)
That they were before, now it's McBean's exit time

So now those Sneetches have no problem (no more shit)
They don't care if they are a starred one (give no shits)
Or if their skin's bare, zero mark on (bare-ass skin)
Maybe now they can put some pants on (nakedness)
Endin' the Sneetches' little problem (cut the shit)
Was not McBean's end goal, he conned 'em (what a dick)
Out of their money, now he's long gone (fast exit)
Deserves a back-pat then a hard punch (in the dick)
Just gave the Sneetches a new problem (whole new shit)
Don't have a buck between 'em, not one (now they're skint)
A silver linin'? Hard to spot one (where is it?)
But you can rebuild wealth, that's not wrong (oh, that's it)
Lesson the Sneetches learned's a strong one (learnin' shit)
Don't practice prejudice, it's all wrong (don't be dicks)
And leaves you vuln'rable to long cons (that's a bitch)
So who cares if you've got a star on (no-one, twit)?