| Ring ring, ah, ring ring
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| Hey boy
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| What do you want?
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| You called me?
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| Whatever Trevor… What are you doin'?
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| I’m just-
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| Oh I don’t care
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| Boy all you care about is fucking you’re such a-
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| A what? |
| Say it
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| A fuccboi
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| You’re goddam right I’m a fuccboi
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| They wear trendy shoes when they walk down the street
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| 'Cause a fuccboi can’t fuck if he’s got cold feet
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| A fuccboi fucks heaps he ain’t got a spouse
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| And a fuccboi wears a sunhat when he leaves the house
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| Fuccbois fuccbois, make some noise
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| Fuccbois love to fuck and they are also boys
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| Fuccbois fucbbois handle their biz
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| I totally know what a fuccboi is
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| Fuccbois have a small vocabulary
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| At least that’s what I read on Urban Dictionary
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| Statistically fuccbois all have skin
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| And below their knee there’s probably a shin
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| Fuccbois fuccbois fuccbois fuck
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| A fuccboi is half boy and half fuck
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| Fuccbois fuccbois, let me hear you sing
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| Fuccbois are still a relevant thing
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| A fuccboi is a boy who can fuck all day
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| If you can’t do that then there’s just no way
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| You’re a fuccboi and if you are a girl |
| Then I don’t mean to exclude but you’re not a fuccboi
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| And if you are a boy but you don’t like to fuck
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| Then you’re not a fuccboi, tough bloody luck
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| But if you do like to fuck and you’re not a boy
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| That’s only half so shut up and eat some bok choy
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| So spell it out 'cause I know you can spell fuccboi out loud
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| Like you don’t give a damn
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| U! |
| (U!)
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| K! |
| (C!)
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| K! |
| (C!)
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| It’s K (It's C)
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| It’s fuck… It’s K (fuccbois got two C’s)
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| No it doesn’t, it’s K (yes it does)
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| I’ll look it up then (ok alright)
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| I’ll look… Ohh… (yeah)
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| And boys got an «I»
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| (Yes man… Mark do you even know what a fuccboi is?)
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| Yes
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| (It's just that ever since your thirtieth birthday you’ve been doing a lot to
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| prove how young and hip you are)
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| That’s not true
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| (Mark you’ve eaten nothing but memes for a week)
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| I know what a fuccboi is!
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| (Prove it!)
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| Every fuccboi is allergic to bananas
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| And they share a single pair of flannelette pyjamas
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| In their jackets there are pockets sewn by their mum
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| In their pockets there are lockets where they hide spare cum
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| And strobe lights make a fuccboi not see |
| 'Cause fuccbois suffer from epilepsy
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| And fuccbois can’t paint a feature wall
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| 'Cause every fuccboi is only one foot tall
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| Don’t expect a fuccboi to ever call you back
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| 'Cause all of their phones are Ivan Milat
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| And a fuccboi’s advice for IBS is
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| Eat probiotic yoghurt and reduce daily stress
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| Fuccbois fuccbois, I know what they are
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| If I’m off I bet it’s not by far
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| Fuccbois fuccbois, I’m down with the scene
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| Google says they were a thing in 2015
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| Oh fuck! |