Lyrics:
UPPERCLASS TWIT OF THE YEAR
Cut to Upperclass Twit of the Year Sketch. The five competitors
run onto the pitch.
COMMENTATOR: (J.C.): Good afternoon
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zoomin'
And the tulip trees are bloomin'
And there's not another human in view
But us two.
It's
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view,
But us two
It's
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zoomin'
And the tulip trees are bloomin'
And there's not another human in view
But us two.
It's
I'm your boogie man that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin' late afternoon
Or at midnight it's never too soon
To want
the people, happy faces all around
Smiling, throwing kisses, busy making lazy sounds
It's a bright June Afternoon, it never gets dark
Wah-Wah! Here comes
Well howdy kids
Howdy
Well today we gonna learn a very lovely song
And this song is called Sunday Afternoon
Yeah
One fine day on Sunday afternoon
One dance one kiss made her stunned
You too lit for afternoon
Came up came up
She said who you think you this is
Got my own bag, I'm that bitch
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view
But us two
It's
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view,
But us two
It's
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view,
But us two
It's
The tax man's taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can't sail my yacht,
He's taken everything I've
watch some Castaway and roll up Then I'll probably laugh away the afternoon
Waiting on a sign that I should grow up Hold up, what's the hold up
Girl you
Sitting on a sunny, Sunday afternoon
Watching time ease by, when my baby comes along
And says to me, let us go for a ride
With the sun, shining
afternoon
If I'm right, you'll be there
On a Tuesday afternoon
Boy I've got expensive taste
And I've been craving you
Someone sweet as lemonade
And yellow
bitches in that bad boy room
Coming up ahead of two in the fuckboy mood
After school, afternoon, sippin' lean while y'all on juice
After school, fuck
Well, I always thought that I'd end up with you
On a wraparound porch staring up at the moon
But you left me on that Sunday afternoon
Now what am I
Morning wake, afternoon work, evening smoke
And then we fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
And then we fuck, fuck, fuck, yea, fuck yea, fuck yea
Morning wake,
The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazin' on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I got
All
All that I can take and then I'm found
On a mundane afternoon
Then I wanna go down
All that I can take and I'm unbound
And the evening comes too soon
and half a jar of white lightning
Now it's Sunday afternoon and I'm standin' in the kitchen
'Bout to have me a taste of that old-time religion
Drinkin' fire
good time
Played some games and lost some sweat
It made me feel fine
Afternoon games
Afternoon games
Afternoon games
On Saturday
Well it seems that is
(Tell me baby)
(What you are going to do)
(I see your smile)
Tell me baby, what you gonna' do
If i pick you up this afternoon
We can have sex by
could go back to Sunday afternoon
(When) Time lasted forever, oh the air was cool
And the grass was long like the days of June
Unaware of all that hurt
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