Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Upstairs Neighbors Are Having Sex (And Listening to the Black Eyed Peas), artist - Jimmy Fallon. Album song Blow Your Pants Off, in the genre
Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
My Upstairs Neighbors Are Having Sex (And Listening to the Black Eyed Peas) |
Talkin' 'bout a head swap |
talkin' 'bout a head swap |
first you take a head then you put it on another pody |
like if Richard Gere’s head was in Katherine Heigl’s body |
that’s a head swap |
first you get two pictures of some famous people |
then you scan the photo into your computer |
then you email them to the graphics department |
but hold on a second the email’s not working |
so you put the photos onto a flash drive |
and you walk it over to the graphics department |
and on the way there thay guy from accounting |
asks if you’re gonna come to his party |
you don’t want to go but don’t want to hurt his feelings |
you tell him that you’ll get back to him later |
'cuz right now you gotta go back and work on |
head swap |
so you go to find the guy in graphics department |
you hand him the flash drive and say, here are the photos |
he says «didn't you hear the printer’s not working» |
oh my god, what are we gonna do |
«we could go down to kinko’s, we can do it all there» |
you’re like whatever man we just gotta get it done |
where we take a celebrity’s head and put it on another celebrity’s body |
it’s a head swap |
so you hop in his mazda and it’s kind of smelly |
and it’s taking a while then you drive past the kinko’s |
you’re like hey I think that was kinko’s right there |
he’s like «I'm sorry, I lied, we’re not going to kinko’s |
today is my family reunion and I told 'em I’m married |
I need you to pretend that you are my wife» |
you’re like, no way man, I ain’t wearing no dress! |
«do you want me to help you in your sketch or not?» |
you’re like, looks like you got me over a barrel |
«well, if you want your sketch then you better play ball» |
so you swallow your pride and you put on the outfit |
let’s get this over with so we can get back to work on |
head swap |
so you exit the car and his family’s all there |
you meet his aunts and brothers and all of his cousins |
and his sister says «how's it going at late night |
is your boss stil a stupid, immature jerk?» |
«you must be mistaken I love my job» |
actually I’d love to hear what he said about his boss |
«honey, relax, let’s just enjoy the party» |
don’t honey me I wanna know what you said |
«I think you better zip it if you want that sketch done» |
so you shut your mouth but you’re still pretty steamed |
then his father comes over and his breath smells like whiskey |
«man, my son really knows how to pick 'em will ya look at the size of these |
ba-jungas» |
zip zip — zip zip zip — zip zip zip zip — zip zip |
and you say how dare you sir, this isn’t girls gone wild |
uh uh — uh uh uh — uh uh uh uh — uh uh |
«will somebody tell me who this broad thinks she is!?» |
and you’ve had about enough so you rip off your wig |
this crazy broad’s done with this crazy charade |
I only dressed like this just to get your son |
to help me with this bit |
where we take celebrities' heads and put them on different celebrities' bodies |
that’s a head swap |
«I've seen that before, I really love that bit |
it’s a hilarious way of having fun with the stars» |
«I'm sorry I lied but I’m not really married |
I was just tired of feeling like a loser» |
it does’nt even matter wheter you’re married or not, |
or that you keep a woman’s disguise in your car |
the only thing that matter is getting back to the office |
and getting Richard Gere’s head onto Katherine Heigl’s body |
it’s a head swap |
head swap |
head swap |
head swap |