Lyrics
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, nah
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
"Have you checked your butthole?"
Ski-dap, ba-dap, butthole
I have not seen your keys, but since you're asking 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
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 15 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, and all heads turn as I stand and say, "Vicar!"
"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
"Where's my phone?" "Is it up your butthole?"
"I lost my loan," "have you checked up your b-hole?"