coz' he's not popular anymore with you you could let your hair down you could say anything...coolly but no-one would care coz' we're gettin' sick of you you wear nothin but towel on but we don't think you're beautiful we don't really like you sorry but we hate you hate you ...
Every time the camera cut to the guys chilling in the mansion, they were working on this little ditty. Instead of lounging by the pool sipping mimosas, they all brainstorm lyrics so they can tack on another verse to the epic tribute. It’s what I imagine happens at choir camp, except ...