[Verse 1]
Look at my face, so sweet and pure
They let me sing even though I have a stu-uh-ter
We're hangin' tough, we punch the air
Cus like the honeybadger we don't fucking ca-ah-are

[Pre-Chorus]
This song was made by a gay computer
We all sing high cus we're neutered

[Chorus]
Baby, we make real bands go home and slit their wrists
We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse
We're running 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 we're 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 and run, pointing at stuff is such fun
Point, point, we don't know we're almost done

[Verse 2]
What's going on? I see your thong
Girl, did you know that I've got the same one oh-oh-on?
We're on the beach, doing a sport
We didn't bring any beach stuff not even shorts
[Pre-Chorus]
Here comes a girl who was paid to be here
Let's all split one luke-warm beer

[Chorus]
Me and my four friends all want you so desperately
Now that I say that out-loud, it sounds quite creepy
Come back here, you're not in danger of pregnancy
Cus we don't know-oh-oh, we don't what boners are
Now let's do the na-na part

[Bridge]
This is the part where we na-na-nana
Every hit song needs a na-na-nana
You'll wake up at night screaming na-na-nana
My grandmother's nickname is Nana

[Chorus]
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 Capris
I don't know-oh-oh, I don't know that I'm gay yet
Someday he'll come out of the closet
In five years I will OD on heroin
One of us will be the Justin, I think it's me
I don't think so, bro, I will be the Justin one
Oh no, you will be the fat Fatone
Fuck you
I will be in musicals