Текст песни
Josh Mills, you're a goddamn genius and a motherfucking idiot
Like you'll never stay mad 'cause I'm forever in your stupid head
Top six inventions in the twenty-hundredth time
I was sad, but now I'm fine, fine, fine
We're not shining up shit, we're coating it with gold
It's only juvenile, twenty-seven years old
It's a nice new den that we're making a mess in
Let's throw away each of the anti-depressants
It's the mustache, it's the mustache
Put it on the TV screen, it'll make you feel better
It's the mustache, it's the mustache
Put it on the TV screen, it'll make you feel better
Yeah
I have a piece of scotch tape and a sharpie pen
I'm drawing on the mustache from end to stupid end
With the sticky side down in the middle of the shit
Improving television on the space above the lip
It's the mustache, it's the mustache
Put it on the TV screen, it'll make you feel better
It's the mustache, it's the mustache
Put it on the TV screen, it'll make you feel better, yeah