[Verse 1]

Dressed up like penguins

Spinning like whirligigs

A big chocolate fountain

Gurgling extravagance

More like three months of rent

And no one's even taken a dip

The guest's are ashamed

They've forgotten the name of the host's lovely wife

But oh, what a sight she is

[Verse 2]

On the veranda

The stanzas just write themselves

Indentured servers

Toking up in the corner

Where no one else lurks

They write me off like some kind of jerk

And maybe I am

I most certainly am

I'm complicit in this

It wouldn't exist without the likes of me

[Chorus]

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing here?

[Verse 3]

Jumped in a taxi

A man from Afghanistan

Drives for his family

Sending home every paycheck

He lives with ten men

Taking shifts

Sharing one bed

On Mulholland Drive

He points toward the sky

See the fireworks spill

Over the rooftops of Beverly Hills

[Chorus]

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

What are we doing here?