Lyrics
The singer with your ponytail
And flannel around your waist
Sideburns, goatee
And pimples on your face
According to Spin magazine
You're so Q&A
Doing Cellophane Balloons
Blew up from the rent
You're so bad, you're so sad
You're so bad, you're so sad
Drop the attitude, Focker
Drop the attitude, dude
Drop the attitude, Focker, Focker
Drop the attitude
Drop the attitude, Focker
Drop the attitude, dude
Drop the attitude, Focker, Focker
Drop the attitude
You think with your hands
As your pants are unstrapped
But you look like Bozo
In your bright red duds
You stare down your nose
Look at us with disgust
Well, you'll never be
As famous as us
You're so bad, you're so sad
You're so bad, you're so sad
Drop the attitude, Focker
Drop the attitude, dude
Drop the attitude, Focker, Focker
Drop the attitude
Drop the attitude, Focker
Drop the attitude, dude
Drop the attitude, Focker, Focker
Drop the attitude
Drop the attitude, Focker
Drop the attitude, dude
Drop the attitude, Focker, Focker
Drop the attitude
