QUEEF'S BACK

[Into: Nick]

Queef's back!

Tell another joke with the knee slap

I'm not snoozin' off with the decaf

Gotta buckle-up with the knee pads

And we're back on tour!

Open up for Panic! at the Disco

God Damn! Greasy pack of Crisco

Walk around, always saying sorry

Dev and Nick drivin' hills with the 'rari

[Chorus: Nick]

I think Tom Cruise might be my dad

I want goat cheese now in my hand

They told me that my breath fuckin' stinks!

Now I think I'm hangin' on the brink

I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside

I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye

Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment

I got another eat-ass appointment

[Bridge: Dev]

This is my impression of Panic! at the Disco *screaming with disco music*

This is my impression of Insane Clown Possе *screaming with circus music*

This is my impression of Marge Simpson (Homiе!)

This is my impression of your mum in my kitchen (Blow me!)

[Chorus: Nick]

I think Tom Cruise might be my dad

I want goat cheese now in my hand

They told me that my breath fuckin' stinks!

Now I think I'm hangin' on the brink

I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside

I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye

Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment

I got another eat-ass appointment

[Verse 1: Dev Lemons, Nick]

Hand me the toilet (Toilet!)

I just took a shit in your ointment, Nick (Na-na)

Oh god, I rubbed that shit on me (Ooh)

Now I got an infection army (Hey)

Call me a doctor (Doctor!)

Prescribe me some soylent, Nick! (Na-na)

Gotta get the shit out your ass

Like a six flags fast pass pass (Nick! Nick!)

[Verse 2: Dev Lemons, Nick]

Shitting in the van, shitting on the band (Woo!)

Talk about a shitty ass tour (Do-do-do-do)

Shitting in the van, shitting in the band (Da-da)

That shit got me down on all fours (Do-do-do-do-do-do)

Shitting everywhere except the can

Yeah, that's right, p-put it back in!

Put it back, talk shit, then I'm packin’

Dev and Nick take the wheel, co-captain (tain, tain)

[Chorus: Nick]

I think Tom Cruise might be my dad

I want goat cheese now in my hand

They told me that my breath fuckin' stinks!

Now I think think I'm hangin' on the brink

I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside

I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye

Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment

I got another eat-ass appointment