Garfunkel And Oates
Present Face by Garfunkel and Oates
updated
If there’s a thousand people in the company
One guy’s gotta be the worst guy
One guy’s gotta be in thousandth place
We’re gonna call that guy, what would that guy be named,
Maybe something like Chris
Verse 1:
Being the least productive guy in the office
Used to be enough to keep Chris employed
But now this political correctness
Is threatening the certainty he once enjoyed
Sure, Chris believes in equality
And he supports a merit-based system
But why can’t things completely change
And stay exactly the same for him
Oh yeah why can’t the world eliminate it’s deeply ingrained unconscious bias without effecting Chris’ accounting job
Before we worry about solving centuries of oppression
We can’t forget to ask the most important question
Chorus:
What’s gonna happen to you Chris
Are you going to actually have to try
How could they do you this to you Chris
Why oh why oh why
Sure we all want change
But have you thought about this
What’s gonna happen to Chris
Verse 2:
Chris feels like collateral damage
And we sympathize with the situation he’s in
But Chris is like a kick line in a musical
People have been applauding him for literally no reason
He’s been sailing on through but contributing nothing
The worst guy in the whole company
Chris is as good at doing his job
As we are at doing harmony
If Chris was a flavor he’d be tofu
If the world was a mansion he’d be a door hinge
If he was in Hamilton he’d be Peggy
If he was a Tootsie Pop he’d be orange
If Chris was a sport he’d be baseball
If this is was marriage he’d be the wife
If Chris was a tragedy he’d be thoughts and prayers
If this was the apocalypse he’d be a butterknife
If this was Sex and the City he’d be a Carrie
Yeah I said it Carrie’s boring as shit
Everyone who’s anyone is a Miranda
And I think deep down we all know it
If Chris was an animal he’d be a gerbil
If he was technology he’d be a paper calendar
If he was a spaceship he’d be Columbia
It also exploded but it was no challenger no no no no
And still we can ask the most important question
Chorus:
What’s gonna happen to you Chris
Are you going to actually have to try
How could they do you this to you Chris
Why oh why oh why
Sure we all want change
But have you thought about this
What’s gonna happen to me
Bridge:
It’s so hard to be a man right now
Why is everybody trying to oppress me
Why can’t we fix centuries of discrimination without things getting so messy
It's so good to be a woman right now
We really have it all
We’ve got 6 percent of the CEO jobs
That’s up 2 percent from the 80’s
We make 80 cents on the dollar
Sure I make a dollar on the dollar but it’s still seems pretty scary
We can finally come forward and name our attackers with mixed reactions
What if I didn’t know I was attacking you
I’m literally losing everything
It’s so hard
It’s so easy
When the world is like it is
Sure we all want change
But have you thought about this
What’s gonna happen to Chris
LYRICS
VERSE ONE:
Close your eyes, make a wish, picture your perfect woman
Now open your eyes and forget about her cause I’m here and I’m not it
And before we go any further
There’s a few things I’d like to admit
I’m a self-absorbed workaholic
My mind is always divided
My schedule is erratic, just like my thoughts
I’m easily depressed or overly excited whoo!
I can’t do anything around the house
If you want food you gotta cook it yourself
And if we stop having sex, I will leave
I have friends that give me everything else
I’ve got goals and dreams and aspirations
I’ve got shit to do
I’m not gonna change all my plans
Just to be with you
Yeah we’re a perfect couple
If you’re totally comfortable being alone
We’ll always be together
If it’s cool that I’m never home
If you like overcompensation for boundless insecurity
This is where it’s at
And if you notice I’ve been talking about myself this whole time
Well, get ready for more of that
And I’m like look at me look at me watch me watch me listen to me listen to this what do you think tell me the truth compliments only please
Oh man you really get me
CHORUS:
I’m gonna make your dreams come true
As long as they don’t interfere with mine
I’ll always be here for you
For methodically allotted amounts of time
I’ll be there to hold your hand
If I happen to be in town
And any time you need me
There’s a 50/50 chance I’ll be around
I know this all sounds bad
But you know what else is true
Every word that I just said
Could have also been describing you
Yes every word that I just said
Could have also been describing you
VERSE TWO:
You just don’t feel don’t feel bad about it
It’s never even occurred to you
To not go after all the things
You’ve ever wanted to
You weren’t subconsciously conditioned
To give up your dreams for me
Or that loved and ambitious
Were mutually exclusive things to be
It probably didn’t cross your mind
That your mom had goals too
That had nothing to do with getting married
And nothing to do with having you
Can we stop pretending
That it isn’t kind of sad
That your mom never pursued anything
With the same intensity as your dad
And right now you’re thinking
Not my mom, that was her decision
Okay, sure, but all our moms
That’s what they all envisioned
So therefore…
CHORUS
CODA:
Look I’ll meet you halfway there
But I can’t give you more than that
And know it’s not as sweet of a deal
As every man ever before you had
All I want is 50/50
All I want is half
And if those numbers seem off to you
Why?
It doesn’t mean I won’t be your partner
It doesn’t mean I won’t come through
It doesn’t mean I’m a bad person
It just means I’m the same as you
So if you’re looking for an equal you found it
But if want someone better than you, try again
Cause I only have what it takes to be man
I’ve never had what it takes to be a woman
Everyone once in a while you meet a special kind man
A needle in a haystack, a diamond in a pile of shit
A man who’s never written music but thinks he can
A republican crypto currency guy like Dan
Thank you, digital accountant Dan
For explaining how to write a song
I wouldn’t have known to choose a topic
Before you, you, Dan, you came along
Thanks for telling me to write down my thoughts
And send them all to you
So you can make sure it doesn’t offend
The conservative point of view
You say it’s time to pop my liberal bubble
And reach across the aisle
Find levity in relatable things
That can make the red and blue states smile
Because comedy should be inclusive
And connect with the other half
It should make us all feel comfortable
So both sides can laugh
Well, I’m going to take your advice, computer Dan
And write something bipartisan
So here’s my song
VERSE 1:
Don’t you hate it when you’re liberal and you’re stuck in traffic
Now I’m late for my big meeting
Don’t you hate it when you’re conservative and your inlaws are here
Oh brother what’s your mother gonna say
Don’t you hate it when you’re liberal and you lose your glasses
How can I find my glasses without my glasses
Or when you’re a conservative and your gun control policies enable constant, senseless, devastating mass shootings
Isn’t it great when both sides can laugh
Hahahahahahaha
We’re really not that different
We should come together as one
With easy, pleasing, breezy jokes
You know comedy can just be fun
CHORUS:
So let’s all get together
And embrace the other half
With this song
Where both sides can laugh
VERSE TWO:
Don’t you hate it when you’re liberal and a song’s in your head
Maureen I’m not a theater person
Or when you’re conservative and your podcast won’t load
It’ll only play an ad from blue apron
Don’t you hate when you’re liberal and you can’t stop crying
Boo hoo I want civil rights
Or when you’re conservative and your pussy grabbing liar threatens nuclear annihilation on twitter
Isn’t it great when both sides can laugh
Hahahahahahaha
In this time of political turmoil
I should ignore it and be polite
It’s more comfortable for all of us
If I don’t pick between left and wrong
CHORUS:
So let’s all get together
And embrace the other half
With this song
Where both sides can laugh
BRIDGE:
If I want a ceasefire to transpire
Stop preaching to the whining lefty choir
Embrace the climate change denier
Give every joke a qualifier
With harmless, responsible comedy
Where we all feel good about our choices
That recognizes everyone
As equally valid political voices
Comedians should be on the medians
And put a premium on obedience
Be through with mental acuity
Find unity through ambiguity
All this complaining and exaggerating
Is actually just exacerbating
The futility and hypocrisy
Of the left wing aristocracy
Let go of the same old blue shtick
Stop trying to skew shit
I sound like a mouthy shrew chick
Acoustic music isn’t psychotherapeutic
I need to get a clue quick
If I want to accrue new YouTube clicks
Subdue this taboo shit I spew
Find a new, more palatable point of view
Well you underestimated me
Cause I don’t look like the enemy
My tentacles are venom-y
A musical comedy sea anemone
But I should say it’s okay
That no matter the cost, you want your little pistol
And it’s fine that voted for Voldemort
As long as your reasons were purely fiscal
Oh, you’re just greedy, I didn’t realize, that’s fine
CHORUS:
So let’s all get together
And embrace the other half
With this song
Where both sides can laugh
CODA:
What do you think, Dan, how did I do
I can’t believe I used to write songs that had point of view
Being general’s always better for comedy it’s true
Thank god for you, Dan, thank only Christian god for you
Choreographed by Kathryn Burns
Overture by Eban Schletter
LYRICS:
When a man doesn’t love a woman very very much
He signs away his paternal rights and jizzes in a cup
Then with lots of money and scientific genius
Hormones, pain and of course, um… Jesus
The process begins the way god intended
With a transvaginal ultrasound
With a wand longer than a ukulele
When it comes out of my body, it makes this sound (pop)
I give myself daily intradermal injections
An acute blood thinner and estrogen concurrence
Cryopreservation through hormonal activation
And none of it’s covered by insurance
Then I’m knocked out and you’re removed
And combined with a stranger’s come
And as the saying goes
You win some, you lose some/you dispose of the defective ones in a hazardous waste bin
And then you’re frozen until I’m certain
It’s time to unthaw you into a person
Then you’ll expire or you’ll make the grade
And that, my darling, that’s how babies are made
(It’s so easy and natural)
CHORUS:
Hush little egg baby don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna freeze you til she gets rich
And when that day finally arrives
You’ll be constructed in a petri dish
With sperm donor 8w6-3
The silent partner of our family
So hush little egg baby don’t be sad
Just because I never fucked your dad
VERSE 2:
I know there are orphans everywhere
But I’m going to pretend that isn’t real
Don’t look at me like that just cause I admit it
You had kids and you knew the deal
Yeah I feel guilty about overpopulation
And ruining the environment for forever
But Osama Bin Laden had 20 kids
So fuck you or whatever
Sadly procreation is not a meritocracy
And we need to prevent a real life Idiocracy
Though it may be the ultimate form of narcissism
It’s also a way to re-reverse reverse Darwinism
Gonna mute the sound of that ticking clock
I just need the sperm now I don’t need the cock
My ovaries are like hey girl I’m over here
And I’m all like shhhh
I want all the stuff I don’t need a bucket list
It doesn’t make me greedy it just makes me feminist
Now I’m thinking back through all the guys I’ve dated
If they heard this song they’d fucking hate it
CHORUS:
Hush little egg baby don’t you cry
You’ll have the best genes mommy can buy
I don’t want to wait until I get in dire straights
My friends say if I want kids I should go out on some dates
But these working bitches don’t have time to leave it to the fates
The world deserves more Riki’s and the world deserves more Kate’s
So hush little egg baby dad’s are overrated
He did what mattered when he masturbated
BRIDGE:
Hush little egg baby just hold firm
Mama’s gonna buy you designer sperm
And if that sperm gives you random traits
Mama’s gonna test your dna
And if your dna doesn’t make things clear
Mama’s gonna just have to live in fear
And if that fear turns into guilt
Mama’s gonna hold onto what we built
And if I hold too tight as to suffocate
I’ll buy you lots of things to overcompensate
And if that overcompensation’s too transparent
I’ll pretend it’s somehow better with no male parent
And if you say but mom who’s my dad
I’ll say I don’t know and it’s just too bad
And if that badness forms a hole in your heart
I’ll want to make it up to you but won’t know where to start
I’ll probably start by saying it’s just you and me
And there’s no such thing as a normal family
So fuck being normal and let’s do this shit
Momma’s gonna freeze you til she… gets…. rich
Directed by Riki Lindhome. Produced by Adam Hendricks. DP Jay Hunter & Charles Papert. Edited by Lisa Hendricks. Production Design by Justin Lieb.
LYRICS:
I promise I really totally care who wins
If there's a net or hoop or hole in the ground, I hope they get it in
If they want to go to all the bases, I hope they do
If they're supposed to run past a line or whatever, I hope they do that, too
Sports go sports!
May they top their opponents numerically in the allotted time
Lest they disenfranchise their audience
and see their revenues decline
May the partakers be sturdy and rapid
In the spirited energies they exert
May they be victorious in perpetuity
Don't I look cute in this football shirt
Sports go sports! Athletics are number one! Participants are heroes! Go team yeah!
This is the most important thing that's ever occurred
The vicarious fulfillment of your dream that got deferred
You has aspirations as a kid but you didn't have the skill
So you watch genetically superior people do the things you never will
Sports go Sports!
May the competitors you prefer
best their opposing equivalents:
So you can somehow feel connected to the feat of your self-appointed constituents
May the hours you spend watching post-match pontificators
Amplify the thrill of being a witness
And better your predictive aptitude
For your squad's future physical fitness
Sports go sports! Athletics are number one! Participants are heroes! Go team yeah!
Watching abile-bodied millionaires play with each other
Watching less agile millionaire talk about it on TV
May they compile copious points so they are rewarded and meritorious
So you feel temporarily, adjacently victorious
Sports go sports! Athletics are number one! Participants are heroes! Go team yeah!
Every other word:
Sports! Sports! Athletics! Number! Participants! Heroes! Go! Yeah!
Every other other word:
Go! Athletics! Number! Are! Team!
Now in Latin:
Ludis ire ludis
Arcu sunt optimum
Participants sunt heroes
Ire quadrigus sic
Now the truth:
If you could only throw a ball
You'd have a hotter wife
Lots and lots of money
And a way better life
And a way better life
Go Sports!
There comes a time in everyone's life
When they choose stasis or they choose to grow
To be open new views and experiences
And challenge what they think they know
We don't live a in a black and white world
And sexuality exists in the gray
You can't define those roles so rigidly
By saying someone's totally straight or totally gay
Cause people are just people
And love today is omnisexual
God, I love this new side of me
As a modern heteroflexible
So with the help of a lot of booze
I find a girl and we make out
And it feels the same as kissing a guy
So I don't see what the fuss is about
We keep hooking up and it feels so good
And with my new broad outlook firmly in place
I've come so far, it feels so right
There's a vagina in my face and I'm all
Ewwwwwwww...
Holy shit I didn't expect that, didn't know I'd react that way
I was repelled like negatively charged ions in a magnetic field or like I got pricked by a thorn
I'm Cinderella and it's midnight and my coach turned into a woman
I haven't been that close to a vagina since I was born
I thought I understood what was up down there
But it's just so human when you see it up close
It's a messy visible secreting organ
Real woman genitals are kinda gross
I thought it'd be smooth and non-threatening
Or nonexistent like Barbie's
Instead it looks like a half eaten Beef and Cheddar
In the garbage can at Arby's
It's wrinkly and flappy and uneven and messy
And kind of pink but also kind of brown
With a super aggressive tongue-like hole
And a hoody triangle protruding skin mound
It's like a weather beaten deflated football
Or a decomposing, bloody pear
Or a toothless mouth with gum rot and yeast
That's salivating and covered in hair
I knew it smelled weird but this is extreme
Like old French dressing at a salad bar
Or expired banana Activia
Or a dead, rotting turtle you left in your car
It reminds me of the smell of my grandma's house
Or a guinea pig with bacterial disease
Wafting from a jar of formaldahyde
Or fresh Spaghetti-O's and warm blue cheese
I'm sorry I can't believe I said that
That was insensitive and immature
I swear I'm not homophobic or anti-woman
Just caught of guard for sure
The female anatomy's divine and perfect
And should be eternally celebrated
And revered for it's role as beautiful vessel
Wherein all life is created
And when I think about it I'm like
Ewwwwwwww...
Sorry for the confusion ma'am
I guess I'm not that evolved
And my illusions of bisexuality
Just instantly dissolved
I mourn the cool new life I'd envisioned
Where love renders gender preference obsolete
Cause when I looked a vagina in the eye
I made a hasty, ungraceful retreat
So my sad but definite conclusion is
That my mouth is for food and penises only
But I'm happy so many people like it down there
Otherwise I'd be really lonely
And I can't believe I have one of those
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LYRICS:
We've been on a bunch of dates
I weigh debates that this creates
And hate that state of forced introspection
We traded wit, we swapped some spit,
You fingered me a little bit
But we never really had a connection
You did nothing wrong, I have no excuse
Just my intuition telling me we shouldn't reproduce
I know I have to end it
But pretend to just suspend it
By contending that I'm busy all week
I let the foregone linger on
Text back with an emoticon
Withdraw from you by being oblique
Inside I know my tactics just delay it
But I'd do anything so I don't have to say it
I'll draw this out forever like it's Vietnam
Then one day I'll be gone like Bambi's mom Awww
Cause there's the right thing to do
Then there's what I'm gonna do
There's so much I should say
But instead... I do the fade away
Now I'm fading like chalk on a sidewalk
Or the polio virus after Jonas Salk
Like a Jewish guy at Arby's on Yom Kippur
The Whig party post Millard Fillmore
The erection of a man on antidepressants
The cast of Diff'rent Strokes after adolescence
Reproductive rights below the Mason Dixon
Native Americans after the barter systems
Your thyroid gland after Hashimoto
The family in the Back to the Future photo
Yeah I fade away
We say that men are asshole who don't communicate
We revel in our victimhood and amplify our hate
We find ways to be indignant like it's a sport
Then dissect their malignance with the views we distort
The way men break up may be sloppy and terse
What they do is bad, but what we do is worse
We pretend to ourselves it's the nice thing to do
To let you down gently by just not fucking telling you
And deep down we know it's the worst way to play it
But we are what we have... huge pussies
And women are hypocrites
Especially ones in comedy bands
We see your faults but not our own
Then we wonder why we're all alone
We fill you up with maybe's, excuses and stalls
But like a baby in China... it's better to have balls
Not the Good Wife type like Christine Baranski
So I'll pull out and leave like I'm Roman Polanski
Cause there's the right thing to do
Then there's what I'm gonna do
There's so much I should say
But instead... I do the fade away
Like Verbal Kint fading into Kaiser Soze
The rights in Arizona for a guy named Jose
Opportunities for a college grad
The love between your mom and dad
Gonna Peter out like a gay Cetera
Iranian relations since the Regan era
Black Nike sales after Heaven's Gate
Summer Camp attendance at Penn State
The name Adolph after World War Two
Like Debbie Gibson's pop career, Out of the Blue
Yeah I fade away
Cause I don't wanna get to know you
I just want to blow you... off
Credits:
AD: Chad Nicholson
DP: Blake McClure
Gaffer: David Cronin
Key Grip: Matt Bobbitt
Production Designer: Rachael Ferrara
Choreographer: Kathryn Burns
Casting: Steve Robles
Hair/MakeUp: The SkinOwl
Wardrobe Stylist: Jade Sauzo
Stills: Jon Weinburg
PAs: Lucius Nicholson, Andrew Grissom, Kay Hanley
Actors: Donald Knott
Martin Olson
Phil Hughes
David Kearse
Greg Roudebush
Stan Clark
David Bickford
Robert Williams
John Thomas
Pat Bettendorf
Andy Goldstein
Robert Barrett
Jeff Bontems
Dancers: The Republican National Dance Squad
Dave Birr
Alyx Andrushuk
Marcos Perez
Sara Jester
David Johnson
Randy Liedtke
LYRICS:
Everyone knows these times are really tough
And we need to band together say we've had enough
All the jobless people need to learn to be content
Cause what we need to do is protect our one percent
Save the rich
Let them know you care
Don't leave to languish
In their penthouse of despair
Save the rich
Let their bonuses be swollen
And let them keep it all tax free
Even if it's stolen
Save the rich
Let's give our job creators
More than their fare share
So they can go to Asia
And create jobs over there
There's loopholes and exemptions
And children to exploit
So give them special tax breaks
Go fuck yourself Detroit
And those who don't create jobs
Really need help too
Cause without their 7th home
How will they make it through
It's not time for complaining
Not the time for class war
It's time sacrifice yourself
To give them more and more and more
And more and more and more
Save the rich
America's built on corporate greed
It's not Wall Street's fault
If you can't get what you need
Save the rich
Don't go crying to mommy
Cause if you don't agree
Than you're socialist commie
Save the rich
Blame yourself for your problems
Not the bad economy
So what if those who have the most
Are the ones who put it in jeopardy
Fuck your student loans
Fuck your kids and their health care
It'll only take 10,000 of your jobs
To put another private jet in the air
Save the rich
It's so easy to do
Just let yourself be ignorant
To what's been done to you
Save the rich
By doing nothing at all
Deny all sense and logic
And just think really small
You should think really small
Or just don't think at all
And save the rich
Lyrics:
Get on my go kart, strap myself in
Rev up the engine let the fun begin
Put my foot on the gas and I'm outta the gate
But the faster I go, the more the metal vibrates
My body's tingling from my head to my toes
But the thing that's really buzzing I hope nobody knows
Cause I'm feeling kinda funny in a biblical way
God damn it's shaking hard on my Georgia O'Keefe bouquet
I never guessed this trembling machine would
Turn the motor on under my hood
Go kart racing, accidentally masturbating
Go kart racing, mechanically self-fornicating
Go kart racing, no stopping til I cross the finish line
Shifting gears I can feel my heart throb
Hope nobody notices I'm getting a lube job
Don't need no gentleman to start my engine
Cause I can even feel a little rear suspension
Trying to cover up my scandal like I'm Goldman Sachs
But shit is getting real on this indoor
track
About to go blind and I feel like a creep
Cause it's pressing on my horn like beep beep beep
Now my driving is getting erratic
Cause this transmission is automatic
Go kart racing, accidentally masturbating
Go kart racing, mechanically self-fornicating
Go kart racing, no stopping til I cross the finish line
If the fruit is ripe you might as well pluck it
Was gonna slow down but then I thought fuck it
No one look at me cause this is it
Green flag go go holy shit!
Go kart racing, accidentally masturbating
Go kart racing, mechanically self-fornicating
Go kart racing, no stopping til I cross the finish line
Featuring David Koechner. Directed by Raul B Fernandez.
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Lost leaves us with many unanswered questions
There are countless mysteries unsolved
But of the puzzles that confound
And the loose ends left unwound
One thing I wonder most of all
Why ISN'T there more fucking on this island?
You're on the best vacation of your life
I'd take Sayid and get everything I need
I don't care that he used to have a wife
Why isn't there more fucking on this island?
When everyone on it is so hot
Jack should stop debating, and start ejaculating
Take advantage of what little time he's got
And just Fuck Fuck Fuck
'Til the smoke monster takes you away
'Til you try to carry dynamite from Black Rock
'Til the tall lady from West Wing stabs you
'Til that guy forgets to push a button
Why isn't there more fucking on this island?
When you know you're never gonna leave
You're never getting off so you might as well get off
The babies all die so who CARES if you conceive
Why isn't there more fucking on this island?
Everyone's so careful with their heart
No need to commit, let them put you in a split
And hide their external body part
Fuck Fuck Fuck
'Til you get between Michael and Walt
'Til your dad pretends not to love you
'Til you drown trying to do something selfless
'Til you're annoying and get buried alive
Why is there no fucking on this island?
Don't they know that they could have all this?
I should plow that ass Before I smother them with gas
I'm evil but I still have needs
The girls here are so very very pretty
And I also kinda like the dudes
Find some find fish to eat, then fill myself with meat
I'll say that Jacob told me to
Why isn't there more fucking on this island?
When you know you're probably gonna die
With carnage all around, all I'd wanna do is pound
You can crash your plane between my right thigh and my left thigh
Fuck Fuck Fuck
'Til you fall down a well and set off a nuke
'Til you get crushed in a plane full of heroin
'Til time travel induces a fatal nosebleed
'Til you get strangled and your corpse is transported to the island, acting as a proxy for Jack's dad, then you're in another plane crash and you get impersonated by the smoke monster and leave a suicide note saying "If only you believed me"
LYRICS:
Everyone knows marijuanas dangerous
And medical pot is really strong
Thats why its so hard it California
To get your weed card
Unless somethings really wrong
Gonna pay a visit to my doctor
Its a long shot but I gotta try
She hands me a list of all the ailments
I can have to qualify
Cant believe what I am reading
This is just what Ive been needing
A government supply
To get legally high
Weed card, thats what I need
Hardly ever, okay, always
But its not an addiction
Cause my doctor gave me a prescription
You can get your card for having headaches, bad dreams or anxiety
Propensity for drugs or alcohol,
Anorexia or Obesity
Too fat, too thin, either way you win)
Carpal tunnel syndrome, color blindness,
St-st-stuttering, t-t-tooth decay
Fatigue, depression, motion sickness,
Impotence or TMJ
You can smoke to quit cigarettes
For asthma or mother fucking Tourettes
Its a dream come true
Theres nothing pot cant do
Weed card, thats what I need
Hardly ever, okay, always
But its not an addiction
Cause my doctor gave me a prescription
Got back pain need mary jane
Cant handle this, need cannabis
Got a stomach ache, gotta wake and bake
Have an injury, need tch
Get fucked up for your hyperhydrosis
Which is sweaty palms in case you need a diagnosis
Its not a crime, its 4:20 time
Weed card, thats what I need
Hardly ever, okay, always
But its not an addiction
Cause my doctor gave me a prescription
We roll into the bar cause thats how we do
Garfunkel, Oates and the rest of the crew
Give a dollar to my homegirl and watch that bitch go she
Hits up the juke box and puts on Jim Croce
Operator, can you help me make this call?
Were laughing and talking and the drinks are flowing
Im the liking the direction this night is going
But then I look up and something has changed
Everyone around us looks fucking deranged
I look to my left, I look to my right
Nothing but Von Dutch hats in sight
With supertight abs and supertan skin
I swear this aint the club that I walked in
Then the techno music starts to play
And the room smells like Axe body spray
Im like Golda Mier with no gold in my ear
Please tell me what the hell happened here
Yo it aint pretty but you know its the truth
This party just took a turn for the douche
For the douche, for the douche
For the motherfuckin douche
Thought it was a perfect party
Now its just a lot of Ed Hardy
This party just took a turn for the douche
I guess I cant beat em so Im gonna join em
Need some douche phrases and Im gonna coin em
Put my Bluetooth in and Im on my way
Gonna be a mother fuckin douchebag today
Gonna groom my beard like a bonsai tree
Wax off my chest like Mr Miyagi
Get a Chinese tat, dont know what it means
But it makes me look deep to girls in their teens
Dont need sleeves on my shirt, just rip em off
And leave em exposed like Bernie Madoff
Fake tan so brown you can call me foxy
Gonna pop my collar like Limbaugh pops oxy
Got more chains than Mr. T
I pity the fuckwad who messes with me
Cause Im doin roids til my balls get teeny
Like Dennis Quaid in Innerspace, up inside the weenie
Gettin crunk on brewskis with my broskis
Im cooler than Ice cube wearing snow skis
Sweeter than the life of Zach and Cody
Higher than the voice of Truman Capote
Yeah Ill drop a G for a bottle of Goose
This party just took a turn for the douche
For the douche, for the douche
For the motherfuckin douche
Thought it was a perfect party
Now its just a lot of Ed Hardy
This party just took a turn for the douche
Were an army in the night like Norman Mailer
And its time to be a tool like my name is Tim Taylor
Im a VIP cause my table said so
Im a use some Rufees cause the skank said no
I like my hair like I like my girls drink
SPIKED as fuck!!!
Did my last keg stand like General Custer
And Im assessin the damage like a claims adjuster
I aint your Daddy but Ill call you son
Yeah I get metaphysical like fuckin John Donne
Im holdin up the beats like I was Lloyd Dobbler
Girls are on the dance floor shakin their cobbler
Im Cool like LL, fly like Jeff Goldblum
Im gonna find the biggest ho in this room
Girls wax is Brazilian, her manicures French
Jean Nate is her signature stench
She got rocks on her fingers and beneath her areolas
Her gardens more savage then ch ch cherry colas
Her heels are as clear as my intentions to bang her
Hope shes birth controlled like Margaret Sanger
Gonna Boner Stabbone her, Mike Seaver her Beaver
Take her gold for cash then mother fuckin leave her
I aint in love w you cousin I aint George Michael Bluth
This party just took a turn for the douche
For the douche, for the douche
For the motherfuckin douche
Thought it was a perfect party
Now its just a lot of Ed Hardy
This party just took a turn for the douche