I'm as cold as a December
I got no charm at all
To think that I was famous
You'd have to be a fool

I sing as low as he does
In fact it's like a maaan
What are we supposed to do
When the worst thing we can do
Is scream this out to you

With a shit song like this
Wanna know wanna know wanna what G:sson thought?
How the hell how the hell how the hell did he think we'd win
Oh, with a shit song like this
Wanna know wanna know wanna where to look on stage?
How the hell how the hell how the hell did we qualify?
Oh, with a shit song like this

We don't look like a couple
Oooh but we skype every day
What am I supposed to do?
When I really hate you?
And you still loathe me too?

With a shit song like this
Wanna know wanna know wanna what G:sson thought?
How the hell how the hell how the hell did he think we'd win
Oh, with a shit song like this

When I need for you to guide me
I take your hand and really pull you
I drag you all over the stage

With a shit song like this
Wanna know wanna know wanna what G:sson thought?
How the hell how the hell how the hell did he think we'd win
Oh, with a shit song like this
Wanna know wanna know wanna where to look on stage?
How the hell how the hell how the hell did we qualify?
Oh, with a shit song like this