RiRi:
Where is my backup band?
Paul:
How do you do?
RiRi:
Is it just the old white man?
Paul:
You're as old as you feel
RiRi:
I guess it doesn't suck
Paul:
Um... thanks, I guess
RiRi:
I'll give him a couple bucks
Paul:
My bloody tea!
RiRi:
I don't speak british
Paul:
I'm speakin' the same language as you!
RiRi:
That just sounds like gibberish
Now I'm forced to wear this big jean shirt
My other clothes are at the dry cleaners
And I hope this guitarist isn't a prevert
Man, what the hell?
I wish somebody could tell me
Where I know him from
Kayne:
Woke up and yelled at Beck
RiRi:
You suck, Beck!
Kayne:
Award shows make me mad as heck
RiRi:
Who's that man?
Kayne:
I think he's from the Beatles
RiRi:
What is that?
Kayne:
They're a grunge band from Seattle
Paul:
Nope
RiRi & Kayne:
It took four five seconds to write this
And it might sound a little bit childish
But after forty-five listens you'll like it
More than you care to admit to yourself
As you hum along
RiRi:
Still don't know what to do with this shirt
Even I can't make denim sexy
And they told me this was a video shoot
But I suspect it's a Gap ad
Kayne:
I'm in love with beyonce
RiRi:
What?
Kayne:
She would never bang Ray J
RiRi:
That is true
Kayne:
If she was my fiancée
RiRi:
Let it go
Kayne:
They would call us #kaynonce
RiRi:
Ooh, I like that!
Kayne:
And all of my "singing"
Is just autotune weeping
RiRi & Kayne:
Now we're chilling with this old white man
Is he that same old actor from Birdman?
It appears that he has been Knighted
And he has wings
Maybe we should let him sing
Okay, let him try
Paul:
I am Sir Paul McCartney
The kids on tweeter don't seem to know me
But now I'm mates with Yeezy and RiRi
RiRi & Kayne:
That's enough of that
Can someone please call a van
For the nursing home
Where is my backup band?
Paul:
How do you do?
RiRi:
Is it just the old white man?
Paul:
You're as old as you feel
RiRi:
I guess it doesn't suck
Paul:
Um... thanks, I guess
RiRi:
I'll give him a couple bucks
Paul:
My bloody tea!
RiRi:
I don't speak british
Paul:
I'm speakin' the same language as you!
RiRi:
That just sounds like gibberish
Now I'm forced to wear this big jean shirt
My other clothes are at the dry cleaners
And I hope this guitarist isn't a prevert
Man, what the hell?
I wish somebody could tell me
Where I know him from
Kayne:
Woke up and yelled at Beck
RiRi:
You suck, Beck!
Kayne:
Award shows make me mad as heck
RiRi:
Who's that man?
Kayne:
I think he's from the Beatles
RiRi:
What is that?
Kayne:
They're a grunge band from Seattle
Paul:
Nope
RiRi & Kayne:
It took four five seconds to write this
And it might sound a little bit childish
But after forty-five listens you'll like it
More than you care to admit to yourself
As you hum along
RiRi:
Still don't know what to do with this shirt
Even I can't make denim sexy
And they told me this was a video shoot
But I suspect it's a Gap ad
Kayne:
I'm in love with beyonce
RiRi:
What?
Kayne:
She would never bang Ray J
RiRi:
That is true
Kayne:
If she was my fiancée
RiRi:
Let it go
Kayne:
They would call us #kaynonce
RiRi:
Ooh, I like that!
Kayne:
And all of my "singing"
Is just autotune weeping
RiRi & Kayne:
Now we're chilling with this old white man
Is he that same old actor from Birdman?
It appears that he has been Knighted
And he has wings
Maybe we should let him sing
Okay, let him try
Paul:
I am Sir Paul McCartney
The kids on tweeter don't seem to know me
But now I'm mates with Yeezy and RiRi
RiRi & Kayne:
That's enough of that
Can someone please call a van
For the nursing home
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