LONELY ISLANDPerfect Saturday Lyrics
This beat remind me of back in the day
Man, tell em about your perfect Saturday
Woke up at ten, no worries at all
Another sunny day in LA, that's how we roll
Hit my homie J cause he rolls the blunts tight
Head's still spinnin from the freaks last night
Yea man, you know I got the sticky for sho
And 5 females coming over at 4
I'm a hop in the shower, clean my nuts
Throw on the polo sport to impress the stunts
Rollin up in the Charger with the suicide doors
Top down cruising as I head to the store
Jim has some brews, everything that we need
Then back to the crib smoking indoor weed
It's the perfect Saturday, there's knock on the door
Man these girls are here early, it's a quarter to four
Man, which of these freaks I'm a see in my bed
Open the door and see my homie Ned
Oh hey guys, how's it going?
I got 911, need to use your head
(That's a no can do, ooh your breath is all hit)
Yea, I know, now move, I gotta take a shit
(Now normally Ned, the bathroom was yours
But we got those fine freaks coming over at 4)
Fine freaks?! Okay, new plan
I'll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night
Okay Ned, thanks for stopping by
Seriously Ned, it was good to see you
Listen, the freaks are gonna be here any minute
We gotta get rid of this guy
Hey dude, he's your friend, you should ask him to leave
Listen, if the freaks come here he cannot be here
Ah, one second
What time is it?
It's 4, it's them
Who? The freaks?
Yes, get Ned out
Ned you gotta hop out the window
But we're on the 5th floor,
Yes, move like endo
I'm not doing that
Then hit the bathroom on the double
The dump's in my butt and your toilets are trouble
Look, seriously I'll hold it
I've been in this situation literally hundreds of times
Oh what the fuck?
I'm gonna need to borrow some pants
Oh hey ladies
(Oh my God it smells like fuckin' death in here)
(This place smells like shit)
It was them
We're out of here
Oh you guys blew it
Well that's too bad but we ain't mad
No. In fact, we got something to show you
It's down this hallway, and open this door
Yea man, something like that
So walk out front and don't look back
(What's all this plastic? Were you painting last night?)
Don't worry about it, just walk towards the light
(It sure is pretty)
Yea, sure is
Close your eyes Ned
(You're my only friends)
You already think you were gonna get out of this without a fart joke did you?
You wack motherfuckers
You pussy motherfuckers
The fuck ya'll thinkin?
This is Lonely Island!
Oh cause we got a little paper now?
And you see us on the TV
You think we don't do fart jokes no more?
We were doin fart jokes when you were suckin ya mama's tit
Ya fart motherfuckers, fuck ya'll
these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL4
Songwriter(s): Tommy Woods, Robert Russell, David Nelson Crawford
Copyright: Oatmeal Music, Avant-garde-music Publishing Inc., Startingate Music, Interior Music Corp.
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