| I sing like a goat
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| The front in my throat
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| Has lived there for years
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| And he makes me sing this way
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| I set up a bed
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| Down by the steps
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| So when I run down stairs
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| I don’t crash and smash my head
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| I really have to pee now
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| But I cannot leave because
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| I’m waiting for Rihanna
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| Where is that ho?
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| This is our girls night
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| I sent her an e-vite
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| To have a slumber party party
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| At my house
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| Oh oh ooh oh oh
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| I’m very frio!
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| I keep forgetting to put clothes on
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| Rock and Roll!
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| Guitar solo!
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| I had to start a band with no one
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| The evil throat froggy
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| He put a curse on me
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| Now I must live in this big house alone
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| Hey Rihanna!
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| Where the hell are ya?
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| Don’t piss me off or I’ll unfriend you
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| Sorry I’m late
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| I was harassed at the gate
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| Your house is a maze
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| Don’t know why you need all this space
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| We’re smoking in bed
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| Bitchin' bout men
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| Our asses look great
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| But we can’t find a decent mate
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| It really makes me feel bad
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| Got issues with my dad
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| And it makes me date such assholes
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| Oh not again
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| Lets play a board game
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| Like Scattergories
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| And I will make us nachos nachos
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| Where’d she go?
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| Hey Rihanna
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| I think I lost ya
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| I took a wrong turn at the bathroom
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| Make a left!
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| Hey Shakira
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| I cannot hear ya
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| Just stay put my butt will find your butt
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| Communicate with me
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| With ass telepathy
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| Now we’re dry humping the dry wall
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| Why can’t I rebound
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| From stupid Chris Brown
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| You keep forgetting he’s an ass clown
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| I’d kill and I’d steal
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| And I’d cheat on my taxes
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| And french kiss a frog for that boy
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| Really?
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| I’d eat a fart sandwich and lie down in traffic
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| He battered you like a nerf toy
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| I have a solution, a man substitution
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| Have you met my friend, the bullfrog?
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| Just reach down and kiss him
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| He’ll become a prince
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| And he won’t treat you like a lap dog
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| Ohh noo!
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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| Now the evil frog has cursed you.
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| What is that noise?
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| That’s you new voice
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| And now I sound the way I used to sound
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| How do I stop this hell?
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| This vocal prison cell
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| You have to pass the curse to someone else
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| Well this is goodbye
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| My hips don’t lie!
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| You kind of sound like Julie Andrews
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| Oh thank you. |