Lyrics

All of my clothes are really very pricey,
Douchebag status, I’ve acquired it quite nicely
More than I can afford, but I don’t mind to pay
To cover up for the fact that I have no taste

Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, I’ve got it, I’ve got it

I talk a lot of crap that makes no sense
I’ve got douchebag status, I’m an A-hole gent
I talk really loud, to nobody in particular
In my unmistakeable douchebag vernicular

Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, that’s right, I’ve got it

I carved a hand in front of the mirror
Face pressed up, I can’t come any nearer
I greet everyone I see, from my stool by the bar
I’m the coolest guy that I know by far

Uhuh, that’s right, I’ve got it
Uhuh, that’s right, I’ve got it
Uhuh, that’s right, you’ve got it
Uhuh, that’s right, I’ve got it
For life

Uhuh, that’s right, I’ve got it
Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, I’ve got it
Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, I’ve got it

You got it, you got it
We got it, we got it
They got it, they got it
I got it, I got it

Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right
Douchebag status, uhuh, that’s right, I got it
Douchebag status, douchebag status
Uhuh, that’s right I got it, for life
Uhuh, that’s right I got it
Por vivre, vor leben
I got it, I have it
I’m the highest decorated douchebag in this bar
Look at me, I’m beautiful
I smell like Giorgio Armani

1 reactie

  1. UltraHenk

    Volgens mij is het ‘Face pressed up’ (coupletje #3)

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