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We roll into the bar 'cause that's how we doGarfunkel, Oates and the rest of the crewGive a dollar to my homegirl and watch that bitch go, sheHits up the juke box and puts on Jim CroceOperator, can you help me make this call?We're laughing and talking and the drinks are flowingAnd I'm liking the direction this night is goingBut then I look up and something has changedEveryone around us looks fucking derangedI look to my left, I look to my rightNothing but Von Dutch hats in sightWith supertight abs and supertan skinI swear this ain't the club that I walked inThen the techno music starts to playAnd the room smells like Axe body sprayI'm like Golda Mier with no gold in my earPlease tell me what the hell happened hereYo, it ain't pretty but you know it's the truthThis party just took a turn for the doucheFor the douche, for the doucheLetras de cancionesFor the motherfuckin' doucheThought it was a perfect partyNow it's just a lot of Ed HardyThis party just took a turn for the doucheI guess I can't beat em so I'm gonna join 'emNeed some douche phrases and I'm gonna coin 'emPut my Bluetooth in and I'm on my wayGonna be a motherfuckin' douchebag todayGonna groom my beard like a bonsai treeWax off my chest like Mr. MiyagiGet a Chinese tat, don't know what it meansBut it makes me look deep to girls in their teens Don't need sleeves on my shirt, just rip 'em offAnd leave 'em exposed like Bernie MadoffFake tan so brown you can call me foxyGonna pop my collar like Limbaugh pops oxyGot more chains than Mr. TAd I pity the fuckwad who messes with me'Cause I'm doin roids 'til my balls get teenyLike Dennis Quaid in Innerspace up inside the weenieGettin crunk on brewskis with my broskisI'm cooler than Ice Cube wearing snow skisSweeter than the life of Zach and CodyHigher than the voice of Truman CapoteYeah, I'll drop a G for that bottle of GooseThis party just took a turn for the doucheFor the douche, for the doucheFor the motherfuckin' doucheThought it was a perfect partyNow it's just a lot of Ed HardyThis party just took a turn for the doucheWe're an army in the night like Norman MailerAnd it's time to be a tool like my name is Tim TaylorI'm a VIP 'cause my table said soI'ma use some roofies 'cause the skank said noI like my hair like I like my girl's drinkSpiked as fuckDid my last keg stand like General CusterAnd I'm assessing the damage like a claims adjusterI ain't your Daddy but I'll call you sonYeah, I get metaphysical like fucking John DonneI'm holding up the beats like I was Lloyd DobblerGirls are on the dance floor shakin' their cobblerI'm cool like LL, fly like Jeff GoldblumI'm gonna find the biggest ho in this roomGirl's wax is Brazilian, her manicure's FrenchJean Nate is her signature stenchShe got rocks on her fingers and beneath her areolasHer garden's more savage than ch-ch-cherry colasHer heels are as clear as my intentions to bang herHope she's birth controlled like Margaret SangerGonna Boner Stabbone her, Mike Seaver her BeaverTake her gold for cash then motherfuckin' leave herI ain't in love with you, cousin, I ain't George Michael BluthThis party just took a turn for the doucheFor the douche, for the doucheFor the motherfuckin' doucheThought it was a perfect partyNow it's just a lot of Ed HardyThis party just took a turn for the douche (x2) From Letras Mania