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Yacht Club
04:19
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Just today I made million dollars
I promise to trickle it down
Watch this rock smash a world of scissors
Stay tuned, stick around
'Cause I'm such a god damn wonderful dude
I could be so charitable
I could give this gift of magnitude to you all.
or
I could be the party guy
And find a super giant boat to buy
And get a yacht.
What'd he say? I said a yacht.
Preacher’s got a golden eye
I'm gonna criss my cross and hope to buy
another yacht
What’d he say? I said another yacht.
Yacht club!
I can join a yacht club
I can join a yacht club
No one in the crowd will know what hit them
I can join a yacht club
I can join a yacht club
Your usual donations always welcome
Back to the mic, “How's everyone doin’?”
We're gonna pass the plate around
I can tell you what your dead mom’s doing
Cue cash register sound
A grand gets dear old dad into heaven
It's not enough if you pray
For three grand I'll stop Armageddon, okay?
Keep them focused on the sky
I'm gonna be the “That guy's in the yacht club” guy
and get a yacht
my inner monologue plot.
Papa needs some self Osteen
Spelled O-S-T-E-E-E-EEN
Who has a yacht?
Oh that's right, I have a yacht
Yacht club!
I can join a yacht club
I can join a yacht club
Keep the flock distracted by the stories
Think of the parties
I could meet some Gatsbys
Soon I'm setting sail on open seas
I could start to follow through
what this book I preach tells me to do
Or, I could buy a yacht.
I could give all starving kids a
lifetime supply of seasoned ribs.
Or, I could buy a yacht.
I could wipe out homelessness
And then give the town free internet
I could probably more or less
Erase the city's public debt
Everyone who missed their bus
could get a shiny new silver Corvette
Or, I could buy a stupid fucking yacht.
Fix the water up in Flint
I could be the president
I can do everything you cannot
Yacht club
Yacht club
Yacht club
If Houston floods and again I’ll need more yachts
Yachts!
Yachts!
God thinks it's a sin if I am not.. really prosperous
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I'm begging all of you to make something new
The sludge at the bottom of the barrel is coming through
They redid Psycho, they redid Dredd
They redid Punisher and Evil Dead
Someone plug the dairy cow
They're rebooting Nazis now
The skinhead boner has begun to calcify
They're back at large, I can't help but wonder why?
They redid Carrie a another time
They redid RoboCop and no one knows why
Someone plug the dairy cow
They're rebooting Nazis now
PG-13 remakes suck
Nazis marches? What the fuck?
Gritty brooding Donald Duck
Swastikas have run amok
Who the hell gets paid to write this stuff?
They redid Conan, and Blair Witch
Jesus Christ! I just can't keep track of all this shit
They did The Fog, they did The Thing
And now it's time for the mad right wing
Marches, protests, scary clowns
They're rebooting Nazis now
Everyone's waiting for the Raiders remake
Just to watch your heads explode
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Gray Ghost Chicago, Illinois
Dave - Guitars, Vocals
Jeff - Drums, Vocals
Russ - Basses, Vocals
Dwight - Vocals, Nintendos
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