Look at my face, so sweet and pure
They let me sing, even though I have a stu-u-ter
We're hangin' tough, we punch the air
Cus like the honeybadger, we don't fucking caaaaare
This song was made by a gay computer
We all sing high cus we're neutered
Baby we make real bands, go home and slit their wrists
We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse
We running now cus we don't know what water is
You don't know oh oh, you don't know we're terrible
You thought that the boy bands were dead and gone
But just like cancer and AIDS, we're still going strong
10 milion tween girls and old perverts can be strong
Let's all point and run
Pointing at stuff is such fun, Point point
We don't know we're almost done
What's going on? I see your thong.
Girl did you know that I've got the same one oooon?
We're on the beach, doing a sport
We didn't bring any beach stuff, not even shorts
Here comes a girl, who was paid to be here
Lets all split one luke warm beer
Me and my four friends all want you so desperately
Now that I say that out loud, it sounds quite creepy
Come back here, you're not in danger of pregnancy
Cus we don't know oh oh
We don't know what boners are
Now lets do the "nana" part
This is the part, where we na nanana
Every hit song needs a na nanana
You'll wake up at night screaming na nanana
My grandmothers nick is Nana
And now I point you to place, where you make babies
I want somebody to grow old and point with me
I like the fact that we wear the same size Capri's
I don't know oh oh
I don't know that I'm gay yet
Soomeday he'll come out of the closet
In five years I will O.D. on heroin
One of will be Justin, I think it's me
I don't think so, bro I will be the Justin one
Oh No, You will be the fat Fatone
Fuck you, I will be in musicals
