[Verse 1] When my roommate comes into the room Looking for his car keys I don't say it yet And when he gets me off the couch To check underneath the couch cushions I don't say it yet, no And then when he says out loud "I wonder where my car keys are" I still don't say it (I still don't say it yet) But then he asks me "Do you know where my car keys are" I look at him in his face and I say
[Chorus] Have you checked your butthole? Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole I have not seen your keys, but since you're askin' me You better check up that butthole Of course I'm not serious I don't think it's up inside your big brown business But a funny thing to say To someone who's lost their shit and is stressed out visibly
[Verse 2] When I see the best man start to sweat I don't say it yet (Ski-dap, ba-dap) When I see that little ring bearer cunt Getting yelled at by his mum Oh, I still don't say it When I see the groom asking the vicar If they can wait just another fifteen minutes I do not say it (Ski-bap, ba-da) And when the father of the bride Starts organizing an ad-hoc emu bob of the courtyard area I want to, but I do not say it It's the eleventh hour With three-hundred congregates under God's roof The vicar approaches the mic And suddenly, all of the chatter goes mute He says that they've misplaced the rings Could anyone possibly know where they are? I know it's my time as all heads turn as I stand and say, "Vicar"
[Chorus] Have you checked your butthole? Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole I have not seen your ring, but have you checked your ring? And by ring, I mean butthole Love is patient, love is kind But if you ask me where you can find Literally anything you've lost before I'm gonna suggest that it's up your butthole
[Bridge] "Where's my phone?" Is it up your butthole? "I lost my loan," have you checked up your butthole? "I'm losing my patience," check your anus "Where's your class?" I think it's stuck up your ass "I just lost my grandma" Oh my god, I'm so sorry "Are you capable of not saying she's up my asshole?" Of course, my condolences "I'm not looking for a silly joke right now" Yeah, yeah... what are you looking for? "Honestly, just like, a shoulder to cry—"
[Chorus] Have you checked your butthole? Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole Maybe you'll find your dead grandma up there too Oh, I fuckin' got you, butthole My family hate me This might be the reason that I've got no close friends Fuckin' worth it, babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
