BRIAN:
Somebody once told me my songs will never make it
'Cause I'm not the sharpest mind with the songs

CHANG:
I was making myself like a fool with the corny lyrics
Now I am one of those lousy ding dongs

OSCAR:
Well, the times we practice and the rates start coming
Try to think a tune and and then we start humming
Didn't make sense if the song's not fun
Music sounds smart but the lyrics are dumb

ZAK:
We had to plan, and to set up
We practice and try not to mess up
You never know if your songs go
You cannot shine if the votes low

[Chorus:]
Alright! You're an author! Get your butt up, improve
Hey, guys! Amiright Star? Get the good parts, big doof
Great lyrics are the dime
Only crappy writers don't rhyme

BRIAN:
Amiright's great and they accept parodies
You got a fresh start when you submit melodies

CHANG:
And the happy critics like to praise you
Judging by the way in the pacing you do

OSCAR:
The songs we sang is getting really dump
The lyrics getting cornier it's becoming a lump

ZAK:
But we didn't give up, how about you?
If you're a coward then your life's a poo

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

ALL:
Everyone wants to hear what you sing for some fun
Like the time you fell and hurt your precious bun
You sang, " Ow! What a sorrow
I landed on my mother-in-law!"
She chased you with an ax that she borrowed
And the rates start coming and critics are baffling
Make a punchline and we hit the ground laughing
And it make sense cause the song is fun
The lyrics are smart, not anymore is dumb
So much to write so much sing
Make one up but make sure it's rhyming
Now you know if you wanna go
Now the fame's in the bag, you glow

[Repeat Chorus]