My Gay Shirt Letra

My gayest shirt.
All the ladies want to flirt,
They want to flirt,
And if they squirt us then they squirt.
Cause everyone loves me,
In my gayest shirt,
And everyone loves my shirt.

I got it on a fabled Christmas several years ago,
I guess they never loved me it was Uncle Bill and Tia Flow,
Because each smile I was showing as I kindly took their pittance,
Shirt it may have fit but I could have done without the sequins so yeah,
I put it on because I don't mean to offend,
But this apparel is improper in the company of men,
They call the color salmon, it has ruffles and a trail,
Red embroyedered kangaroos with red poofs on every tail.
But suddenly I put it on I'm walking down the street,
Ladies seem to come right up and finally take a note of me,
So I guess I gotta show some love for this atrocious thing,
Because when I dawn my gayest shirt I feel like I'm the King King King.

When I wear my gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt.
All the ladies want to flirt,
They want to flirt,
And if they squirt us then they squirt.
Cause everyone loves me,
In my gayest shirt,
And everyone loves my shirt.

I try to hide it underneath some socks and underpants,
But the shirt's the key to my romance,
It puts the ladies in a trance,
They can't help but feel on the fabric,
Can't help but feel on the Beef,
They're digging all the glitter, ruffles, green and pink motif,
Believe, that if I could get a girlie without this eyesore,
I'd stick it in my desk drawer,
And burn that mother to the floor,
Shoot the ashes with a shotgun,
Maybe sacrifice a loved one,
Rocket it into the sun,
just to make sure the job is done,
So what is it about this silly means of dress,
That is making me feel studly and the ladies all obsessed,
But who am I to question such a great miraculous plan,
From whatever Tia did that chose to make Beefy the God damn man.

When I wear my gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt.
All the ladies want to flirt,
They want to flirt,
And if they squirt us then they squirt.
Cause everyone loves me,
In my gayest shirt,
And everyone loves my shirt.

It got a flame stripe running down the side down the back,
And the Lord of the Rings printed on the ass crack,
Makes me feel like a nerd in it,
That's my word in it,
Just so off brand that you ain't even heard of it,
But so what, this shirt is making me glad,
Like a sadjective momma curve, antonym sad,
Cuz when the girls see the shirt,
And the shirt's on the Beef,
They can not get enough of the man underneath.

When I wear my gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt.
All the ladies want to flirt,
They want to flirt,
And if they squirt us then they squirt.

I wear my gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt,
My gayest shirt.
All the ladies want to flirt,
They want to flirt,
And if they squirt us then they squirt.

Yeah.