The return of the boyband
by Midnight Beast
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It´s the return of the boyband
Dressed up with a brand new look
It´s the return of the lip-pout
Ripped straight out a boyband book
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
We never Wanted to ever sell our soul to the devil
But we´re gonna have to N-Sync down to your level
Ticket to the states, sold a band for ransom
But we couldn´t get a show cause we´re not that Hanson...
I mean handsome... ALL-4-1, Boys 2 Men, Take That
It´s One Direction...to Hollywood Hills, girls shake your thing
But we´ve touched less tits than a purity ring
...First day, couldn´t cope with the heat
Mindless Behaviour trying´ to stand up on my feet
Had a Big Time Rush to the toilet seat
Puked a big time mush as I recorded a beat
Timberland mixed my beat, with one of his farts
...Drake did some spitting on a few of the bars
...Now I´m rolling in expensive cars
Before I knew it, my vomit reached the top of the charts
It´s the return of the boyband
Make way for the vocal trills
It´s the return of the harmony
Please stop, ´cause you make me ill
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
50 percent of the new Boybands, are Brits
And we got the crooked teeth to show it
Bundled back home on a plane for free
´Cuz we lippy like Angelina Jolie
Fame´s a mirage, unlike Entourage
...Our future´s got more bumps than Nicki Minaj
...Our future´s had more humps than the Jersey Shore cast
We did it all for the Snooki
So you could take that cookie, and stick it up your rectum
If you´re miming guitar, than you should use a plectrum
Wanna be something, wanna be someone
But the only plaque you´ll be getting´s on your teeth son
I´m not that fond of the A-list clubs
´Cuz they got more dicks than chat-roulette does
Fames a strange thing, you´re down and homeless
...Then playing Strip-Twister with Selena Gomez
It´s the return of the boyband
Don´t eat ´cuz you can´t get fat
It´s the return of the dancemove
Say hi to a baseball bat
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
I had a vision when I got off the plane
There´d be a driver holding my name (Ash)
Have a limousine, packed full of beauty queens
A booby pillow with my head in-between
In a hybrid, with an A-List
And I could kiss her on the lips if she insist
And I could play a bass solo on the Hollywood sign
And Obama would be there with an Ashley shrine
I think I better do something high with my voice in this part of the song
´cause it´ll sound fucking awesome
CHORUS
It´s the return of the boyband
(AD-LIB CONTINUES)
It´s the return of the dancemove
Hold up, I´m not finished yet
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
This is the part just like every other song ever written
where we say something that means absolutely nothing
But we´ve got nothing to say...
Dressed up with a brand new look
It´s the return of the lip-pout
Ripped straight out a boyband book
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
We never Wanted to ever sell our soul to the devil
But we´re gonna have to N-Sync down to your level
Ticket to the states, sold a band for ransom
But we couldn´t get a show cause we´re not that Hanson...
I mean handsome... ALL-4-1, Boys 2 Men, Take That
It´s One Direction...to Hollywood Hills, girls shake your thing
But we´ve touched less tits than a purity ring
...First day, couldn´t cope with the heat
Mindless Behaviour trying´ to stand up on my feet
Had a Big Time Rush to the toilet seat
Puked a big time mush as I recorded a beat
Timberland mixed my beat, with one of his farts
...Drake did some spitting on a few of the bars
...Now I´m rolling in expensive cars
Before I knew it, my vomit reached the top of the charts
It´s the return of the boyband
Make way for the vocal trills
It´s the return of the harmony
Please stop, ´cause you make me ill
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
50 percent of the new Boybands, are Brits
And we got the crooked teeth to show it
Bundled back home on a plane for free
´Cuz we lippy like Angelina Jolie
Fame´s a mirage, unlike Entourage
...Our future´s got more bumps than Nicki Minaj
...Our future´s had more humps than the Jersey Shore cast
We did it all for the Snooki
So you could take that cookie, and stick it up your rectum
If you´re miming guitar, than you should use a plectrum
Wanna be something, wanna be someone
But the only plaque you´ll be getting´s on your teeth son
I´m not that fond of the A-list clubs
´Cuz they got more dicks than chat-roulette does
Fames a strange thing, you´re down and homeless
...Then playing Strip-Twister with Selena Gomez
It´s the return of the boyband
Don´t eat ´cuz you can´t get fat
It´s the return of the dancemove
Say hi to a baseball bat
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
I had a vision when I got off the plane
There´d be a driver holding my name (Ash)
Have a limousine, packed full of beauty queens
A booby pillow with my head in-between
In a hybrid, with an A-List
And I could kiss her on the lips if she insist
And I could play a bass solo on the Hollywood sign
And Obama would be there with an Ashley shrine
I think I better do something high with my voice in this part of the song
´cause it´ll sound fucking awesome
CHORUS
It´s the return of the boyband
(AD-LIB CONTINUES)
It´s the return of the dancemove
Hold up, I´m not finished yet
It´s the return of the boyband
Right here in the USA
Say hi to your new favourite boyband
And we´re doing A-OK
This is the part just like every other song ever written
where we say something that means absolutely nothing
But we´ve got nothing to say...
