Garfunkel & Oates. We roll into the bar 'cause that’s how we do Garfunkel, Oates and the rest of the crew Give a dollar to my homegirl and watch that bitch go she Hits up the jukebox and puts on Jim Croce Operator, can you help me place this call? We’re laughing and talking and the drinks are flowing And I’m the liking the direction this night is going But then I look up and something has changed Everyone around us looks fucking deranged I look to my left, I look to my right Nothing but Von Dutch hats in sight With super tight abs and super tan skin I swear this ain’t the club that I walked in The techno music starts to play And the room smells like Axe Body Spray I’m like Golda Meir with no gold in my ear Please tell me what the hell happened here Yo it ain’t pretty but you know it’s the truth This party just took a turn for the douche For the douche, for the douche For the motherfuckin' douche Thought it was a perfect party Now it’s just a lot of Ed Hardy This party just took a turn for the douche.
Illumination Radio. Mashuptown.com.