We Are One Parody Songtext
von Bart Baker

I pull my pants up to the sky way too goddamn
High
Pit bulge to the side (the left side)
I look like a suited thumb
Wow, he really does
But I am paid by everyone (sellout life)
Oil of Olay
Coca Cola
Pam Spray
Flesh Light
Pepsi Cola
Walmart
Bud Light
RC Cola
Target
Kroger and now Fifa
Wooooowooooo!
Writing lyrics is tough
So I list cities
LA


Miami
New York
Cincinnati
Moscow
Where are we now?
Brazil
I always have glasses over my eyes because
They′re crossed as hell
My songs take zero talent to make
Repeat the same five words, steal beats, yell dale
If that's too hard, too hard, mumble in Spanish
And make sure that your arms move, arms move
Like this.
When I go to the library I look at pictures of
Kittens see this way
No one knows
What you are saying! I call myself Mr. Worldwide
To give myself false pride and also Mr. 305.
But those are both lies.
Time to confess where I come from.
No one cares where from.
I am Dr. Evil′s son.
Love you dad.
Love you too son.
Jenny! Dale.
Gotta get back in the spotlight.
Two cheeks one butt and a million pounds.
This ass has worked so damn hard.
Screwed all the stars to get where I'm at now.
Singing this song in Brazil about the NFL.
(Bloody Hell!)
Should have hired Shakira this sucks compared to
Waka Waka.
Random soccer clips
But it looks like shit.
Wait, I thought this was bout tennis.
(I can't believe this! Why did I hire these
Dipshits?)
Sellout life.
Dale.
Man?
Woman?
Wrong, a transvestite.
If you come to Brazil you will die.
Why am I here?
I′m the only Brazilian star.
Dumb enough to work with these idiots.
Pitbull and J-lo this song sucks
What you mean it sucks?
We paid you fifty million bucks.
Wasn′t enough.
To make an anthem for World Cup.
What the hell's World Cup?
But you don′t mention World Cup once!
But I said dale a bunch.
You made the sport look so damn bad that we
Have lost all of our fans
Don't worry I can win them back by playing this
Horn with my ass.
Holly shit!