Grand Buffet - Oh My God You're Weird lyrics

[Intro, spoken: Jared] Yeah Matt Kukla And my man Nate Kukla Grand Buffet Cigarette beach [Chorus] Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh my god you're weird [x4] [Verse, rap: Jackson] I wanna be a camp counselor with full benefits Your son or daughter has a dog bite, I got a tourniquet I earned a bit of credit and tonight I'm gonna cash it in Not a flashy guy by any means but I'm sparkling Darkening days bring out my harlequin side I never sailed a hardship, I been to plenty of inner tubes Divided by the desire for city-life and solitude Hollow out a loaf of bread and fill it with cheese cubes Add white wine and bake it in the oven for a fondue [Chorus] [Verse, rap: Jackson] I'll now began to bestow, the wet blankets are mad That the antithesis of what they symbolize is looking double-bad Situated inside a swan-shaped paddle boat Smoothly navigating the lights at the end of your telescope Zoom in really close, you'll notice no tan lines For the next four bars I'm gonna say it with hand signs [spoken, Jackson] Nate Kukla. Nineteen ninety seven, and eight. Big smiles to JJ Crisp, good quality products. Dudes who wear orange and pink shirts A lot of people right now are, are really, uh, bagging on the president. You think you could do his job? I don't think so. Show some f**ing respect [Chorus]