Ugly Faces

Lyrics

What's up, Beatrice?
 I just called you Beatrice
 And I don't
 And I don't
 And I don't care if that is your name
 Back in the day
 Daddy would say
 That if I kept on making ugly faces
 And I wasn't careful it'd stay that way
 Oh great
 Wow, no shit
 Ooh, hooray, that's so sick
 With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks
 I'll be feeling a hella of a lot of swell
 And from the second that I step in I'll be smelling like a big cheese
 Everybody better be ready to get it get it
 Cause I'm getting nekkid if you really want a strip tease
 And the babies in their highchairs taking off their bibs
 And their mommies all be ripping out their wig weaves
 And the pretty people in the oil paintings on the wall
 Are popping molly and they're stripping off their fig leaves
 Better burn your clothes
 It'll curl your toes
 Kissing women and they turn to toads
 I'm pimping Kermit's hoes
 And I'm sure that every girl is a pearl
 And the world is a perfect globe
 But when I'm joking with my little cousin
 And he pulls my finger then the motherfuckin' earth explodes
 Boom
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry
 Not sorry
 Back in the day
 Daddy would say
 That if I kept on making ugly faces
 And I wasn't careful it'd stay that way
 Oh great
 Wow, no shit
 Ooh, hooray, that's so sick
 With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks
 Everybody been in it to win it kickin' in for
 a minute and chilling but you're tardy it's why
 I gotta kill it and then hit the pretty
 people in the building with my party trick
 I think I'm gonna walk out of the door
 Hop in my DeLorean and I'm gonna soar
 'Cept that it's a Subaru, and I'm yelling hoodie hoo
 Hanging out the window like I'm Marty McFly
 A lot of the chickens in the flock wanna squawk and they get obnoxious
 And all I hear is bawk bawk
 And I'm not gonna wanna talk shop
 Better put a sock in it if you gotta cock block
 And be toxic and knock us and all we
 wanna do is rock rock and be raucous
 I'm not gonna ever stop if you
 think I'm chopped liver in the crock pot
 Cause I am a boss hog and I want the top spot and I got this
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry, not sorry
 Sorry
 Not sorry
 Back in the day
 Daddy would say
 That if I kept on making ugly faces
 And I wasn't careful it'd stay that way
 Oh great
 Wow, no shit
 Ooh, hooray, that's so sick
 With a little bit of luck maybe one of those sticks
 

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Duration
02:55
Tempo
134 BPM

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