Music

Song Lyric

First Tammy Hagar
Who grammar correctedly drinks
(Now do you think she can spell?)
Hails from the South
And photographs pictures of trees
(Sometimes other things too)

Then we have Kaela
Her onion's so ghetto it blings
(Now do you think she can dance?)
She's on a Journey
Cuz them's are the songs that she sings
(Don't stop believin)

Boat-building hippie
Who namespace-infringes on Todd
(Now, which is the Other Todd?)
Shoots documentary
And sleeps in a van with his dog
(And his friend, Mary Jane)

Hangover Kids
That's what everyone calls we
We're anticipating all the after parties, yeah

Now there's Joe Husband
With membership honorary
(He's in, just like Kim)
He's so artistic
He brews up his own shit to drink
(Beth, I hear you callin)

We're adding members
We're bursting apart at the seams
(Do you wanna go drink?)
Even the teacher!
Art schools for drunkards, it seems

Hangover Kids
That's what everyone calls we
We're anticipating all the after parties, yeah

Linda's tonight?
The Hideout's too crowded
The Satellite called
And all the Chubbies applauded, yeah