Lyrics

My god I’m so tired
of this D-bag teen
dressed like Ricky Fowler
taking 20 practice swings
now I’m watching this lady
on the 17th tee
order chicken with a cream sauce
from the snack cart
with a salad and a glass of Chablis
Alan, are we gonna let the Duffer family
slow us down
Hell NO! LET’S GO!

let’s GO, lady!
let’s GO, dad!
and tell your sons to pick up the pace
because Bubis is breaking bad
let’s GO!

We’re literally steaming
it’s 100 degrees
but since that’s not Celsius
I guess I mean figuratively
I mean I’m not a human teapot
short and stout
although when I get mad, metaphorically
you could correlate that with my mouth
because when I reached the aforementioned
boiling point, that’s when I said

let’s GO, lady!
let’s GO, man!
I’m gonna call the hotel, put a bid on your room
and throw all your junk in a trash can
let’s GO!