It's the return of the boyband Dressed up with a brand new look It's the return of the lip-pout Ripped straight out a boyband book
It's the return of the boyband Right here in the USA Say hi to your new favourite boyband And we're doing A-OK
We never Wanted to ever sell our soul to the devil But we're gonna have to N-Sync down to your level Ticket to the states, sold a band for ransom But we couldn't get a show cause we're not that Hanson... I mean handsome... ALL-4-1, Boys 2 Men, Take That It's One Direction ...to Hollywood Hills, girls shake your thing But we've touched less tits than a purity ring
...First day, couldn't cope with the heat Mindless Behaviour trying' to stand up on my feet Had a Big Time Rush to the toilet seat Puked a big time mush as I recorded a beat Timberland mixed my beat, with one of his farts ...Drake did some spitting on a few of the bars ...Now I'm rolling in expensive cars Before I knew it, my vomit reached the top of the charts
It's the return of the boyband Make way for the vocal trills It's the return of the harmony Please stop, 'cause you make me ill
It's the return of the boyband Right here in the USA Say hi to your new favourite boyband And we're doing A-OK
50 percent of the new Boybands, are Brits And we got the crooked teeth to show it Bundled back home on a plane for free 'Cuz we lippy like Angelina Jolie Fame's a mirage, unlike Entourage ...Our future's got more bumps than Nicki Minaj ...Our future's had more humps than the Jersey Shore cast We did it all for the Snooki
So you could take that cookie, and stick it up your rectum If you're miming guitar, than you should use a plectrum Wanna be something, wanna be someone But the only plaque you'll be getting's on your teeth son I'm not that fond of the A-list clubs 'Cuz they got more dicks than chat-roulette does Fames a strange thing, you're down and homeless ...Then playing Strip-Twister with Selena Gomez
It's the return of the boyband Don't eat 'cuz you can't get fat It's the return of the dancemove Say hi to a baseball bat
It's the return of the boyband Right here in the USA Say hi to your new favourite boyband And we're doing A-OK
I had a vision when I got off the plane There'd be a driver holding my name (Ash) Have a limousine, packed full of beauty queens A booby pillow with my head in-between
In a hybrid, with an A-List And I could kiss her on the lips if she insist And I could play a bass solo on the Hollywood sign And Obama would be there with an Ashley shrine
I think I better do something high with my voice in this part of the song 'cause it'll sound fucking awesome
CHORUS
It's the return of the boyband (AD-LIB CONTINUES) It's the return of the dancemove Hold up, I'm not finished yet
It's the return of the boyband Right here in the USA Say hi to your new favourite boyband And we're doing A-OK
This is the part just like every other song ever written where we say something that means absolutely nothing But we've got nothing to say...