Oh My God You're Weird

Matt kukla and my man Nate Kukla. Grand Buffet. Ciggarette beach.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
I wanna be a camp counselor with full benefits.
Your son or daughter has a dog bite, I got a tourniquet.
I earned a bit of credit and tonight Im gonna cash it in.
Not a flashy guy by any means but Im sparkling.
Darkening days bring out my harlequin side.
I never sailed a hardship, I been to plent of innertubes.
Divided by the desire for city-life and solitude.
Hollow out a loaf of bread and fill it with cheese cube.
Add white wine and bake it in the oven for a fondue.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh my god youre weird.
Ill now began to bestow. The wet blankets are mad that the antithesis of what they symbolize is looking double bad.
Situated inside a swan-shaped paddle boat.
Smoothly navigating the lights at the end of your telescope.
Zoom in really close, youll notice no tan lines.
For the next four bars Im gonna say it with hand signs.
Nate Kukla. Nineteen ninety seven.
Big smiles to JJ Crisp.
Good quality products.
Dudes who wear orange and pink shirts.
A lot of people are are really uh bagging on the president right now.
You think you can do his job?
I dont think so. Show some fucking respect.