Matt And Nate Lyrics

I need a dirt bike to jump through a bird house,
With a garage and suitable tool shelf.
Before I get crows feet, I better be knee deep.
Is fresh fruit receding my gum line?
Check please!
Carry a mouse trap as part of my heritage.
Holes in the bed sheet to consummate marriages.
I put a cinnamon stick on a bureaucrat.
My name is Nate and hes Matt.

Matt and Nate oh yea.
Matt and Nate oh yea.

Security blanket brandisher
Hot cigar handler
Rolled alice examiner
Compulsive gambler
Consulting Ann Rand
I dig the sundays, a bigsla core fan.
I dabble in decoupage, I jam on it.
I pan fry a mean twelve egg white omelet.
I curl heavy free weights, avoid carbohydrates.
My name is Matt Kukla and he's Nate.

Matt and Nate oh yea.
Matt and Nate oh yea.

Hey Matt.
Hey Nate.
Can I borrow your umbro's?

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