Look at my face, so sweet and pure.
They let me sing even though I have a stu-utter.
We're hanging tough,
We punch the air.
'Cause like the honey badger we don't f*cking ca-a-are.
This song was made by a gay computer,
We all sing high 'cause we're neutered...
Baby we make real bands go home and slit their wrists,
We are the Seventh sign of the Apocalypse.
We're running now 'cause we don't know what water is.
Because you don't know -oh-oh...you don't know we're terrible!
You thought that boy-bands were dead and gone,
But just like cancer and aids we're still going strong.
Ten million tween girls and old perverts can't be wrong,
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 o-oh-on.
We're on a beach...doing a sport.
We didn't bring any beach stuff, not even shorts.
Here comes the girl who was paid to be here.
Let's 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!
'Cause we don't know-oh-oh...we don't know what boners are.
Now let's do the na-na part.
This is the part where we na-na-na-na,
Every hit song needs a na-na-na-na,
You'll wake up at night screaming na-na-na-nai,
My grandmother's nickname is Na-na.
And now I'll point to the 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 capris...
I don't know-oh-oh,
I don't know that I'm gay yet!
Someday he'll come out of the closet,
In five years I will OD on heroin.
One of us will be the Justin,
I think it's me.
I don't think so, bro.
I will be the Justin one.
You will be the fat Fatone.
I WILL BE IN MUSICALS!!!
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