What Makes You Beautiful Parody

Look at my face, so sweet and pure

They let me sing even though I have a stu-u-uter

We're hangin' tough We punch the air

Cus like the honeybadger we don't f***ing caaaaaare

This song was made by a gay computer

We all sing high cus we're neutered

Baby we make real bands go home and slit their wrists.

We are the seventh sign of the apocalypse

We running now cus we don't know what water is

You don't know Oh oh You don't know we're terrible

You thought that boy bands were dead, and gone,

But just like cancer, and aids we're still going strong

10 million tween girls and old perverts can't be wrong.

Let's all point and run

Pointing at stuff is such fun Point Point

We don't know we're almost done

What's going on? I see your thong

Girl, did you know that I've got the same one ooon

We're on the beach doing a sport

We didn't bring any beach stuff not even shorts

Here comes a girl who was paid to be here

Lets all split one luke warm beer

Me and my four friends all want you so desperately

Now that I say that out loud it sounds quite creepy

Come back here, you're not in danger of pregnancy

Cus we don't know oh oh

We don't what boners are

Now lets do the nana part

This is the part where we na nana

Every hit song needs a na nana

You'll wake up at night screaming na nana

My grandmothers nickname is Nana

And now I'll point at the place where you make babies

I want somebody to grow old and point with me.

I like the fact that we wear the same size Capri's

I don't know oh oh

I don't know that I'm gay yet

Someday he'll come out of the closet

In five years I will O.D. on heroin

One of will be the Justin, I think it's me

Oh I don't think so, bro I will be the Justin one

You will be the fat Fatone

F**k you

I will be in Musicals