The Return Of The Boyband

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...