QUEEF’S BACK lyrics

[Into: Nick]
Queef's back!
Tell another joke with the knee slap
I'm not snoozin' off with the decaf
Gotta buckle-up with the knee pads
And we're back on tour!
Open up for Panic! at the Disco
God Damn! Greasy pack of Crisco
Walk around, always saying sorry
Dev and Nick drivin' hills with the 'rari

[Chorus: Nick]
I think Tom Cruise might be my dad
I want goat cheese now in my hand
They told me that my breath f*ckin' stinks!
Now I think I'm hangin' on the brink
I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside
I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye
Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment
I got another eat-ass appointment

[Bridge: Dev]
This is my impression of Panic! at the Disco *screaming*
This is my impression of Insane Clown Possе *screaming with circus music*
This is my impression of Marge Simpson (Homiе!)
This is my impression of your mum in my kitchen (Blow me!)
[Chorus: Nick]
I think Tom Cruise might be my dad
I want goat cheese now in my hand
They told me that my breath f*ckin' stinks!
Now I think I'm hangin' on the brink
I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside
I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye
Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment
I got another eat-ass appointment

[Verse 1: Dev Lemons, Nick]
Hand me the toilet (Toilet!)
I just took a sh*t in your ointment, Nick (Na-na)
Oh god, I rubbed that sh*t on me (Ooh)
Now I got an infection army (Hey)
Call me a doctor (Doctor!)
Prescribe me some soylent, Nick! (Na-na)
Gotta get the sh*t out your ass
Like a six flags fast pass pass (Nick! Nick!)

[Verse 2: Dev Lemons, Nick]
sh*tting in the van, sh*tting on the band (Woo!)
Talk about a sh*tty ass tour (Do-do-do-do)
sh*tting in the van, sh*tting in the band (Da-da)
That sh*t got me down on all fours (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
sh*tting everywhere except the can
Yeah, that's right, p-put it back in!
Put it back, talk sh*t, then I'm packin’
Dev and Nick take the wheel, co-captain (tain, tain)
[Chorus: Nick]
I think Tom Cruise might be my dad
I want goat cheese now in my hand
They told me that my breath f*ckin' stinks!
Now I think think I'm hangin' on the brink
I wanna skate, so just meet me by the rinkside
I ate ass every night, I got pinkeye
Itch-itch, baby hand me the ointment
I got another eat-ass appointment