Look at my face, so sweet and pure
They let me sing even though I have a stu-u-uter
We're hangin' tough We punch the air
Cus like the honeybadger we don't f***ing caaaaaare

This song was made by a [bad [bad word] We all sing high cus we're neutered

Baby we make real bands go home and slit their wrists.
We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse  [bad word] now cus we don't know what water is 
You don't know Oh oh You don't know we're terrible

You thought that boy bands were dead, and gone,
But just like cancer, and aids we're still going strong
10 million tween girls and old perverts can't be wrong.
Let's all point [bad word] Pointing at stuff is such fun
Point Point
We don't know we're almost done

What's going on? I see your thong
Girl, did you know that I've got the same one ooon
We're on the beach doing a sport
We didn't bring any beach stuff not even shorts
 [bad word] a girl who was paid to be here
Lets all split one luke warm beer

Me and my four friends all want you so desperately
Now that I say that out loud it sounds quite [bad word] back here, you're not in danger of pregnancy
Cus we don't know oh oh
We don't what boners are
Now lets do the nana part

This is the part where we na nana
Every hit song needs a na nana
You'll wake up at night screaming na nana
My grandmothers nickname is Nana

And now I'll point at the place where you make babies
I want somebody to grow old and point with me.
I like the fact that we wear the same size Capri's 
I don't know oh oh
I don't know that I'm [bad word] yet

Someday [bad word] out of the closet
In five years I will O.D. on heroin
One of will be the Justin, I think it's me
Oh I don't think so, bro I will be the Justin one
You will be the fat Fatone
F**k you
I will be in Musicals