We Are One Parody - Bart Baker

I pull my pants up to the sky way too goddamn

High

Pit bulge to the side (the left side)

I look like a suited thumb

Wow, he really does

But I am paid by everyone (sellout life)

Oil of Olay

Coca Cola

Pam Spray

Flesh Light

Pepsi Cola

Walmart

Bud Light

RC Cola

Target

Kroger and now Fifa

Wooooowooooo!

Writing lyrics is tough

So I list cities

LA Miami

New York

Cincinnati

Moscow

Where are we now?

Brazil

I always have glasses over my eyes because

They’re crossed as hell

My songs take zero talent to make

Repeat the same five words, steal beats, yell dale

If that’s too hard, too hard, mumble in Spanish

And make sure that your arms move, arms move

Like this

When I go to the library I look at pictures of Kittens see this way

No one knows

What you are saying!

I call myself Mr. Worldwide

To give myself false pride and also Mr. 305

But those are both lies

Time to confess where I come from

No one cares where from

I am Dr. Evil’s son

Love you dad

Love you too son

Jenny!

Dale

Gotta get back in the spotlight

Two cheeks one butt and a million pounds

This ass has worked so damn hard

Screwed all the stars to get where I’m at now

Singing this song in Brazil about the NFL

(Bloody Hell!)

Should have hired Shakira this sucks compared to Waka Waka

Random soccer clips

But it looks like shit

Wait, I thought this was bout tennis

(I can’t believe this! Why did I hire these

Dipshits?)

Sellout life

Dale

Man?

Woman?

Wrong, a transvestite

If you come to Brazil you will die

Why am I here?

I’m the only Brazilian star

Dumb enough to work with these idiots

Pitbull and J-lo this song sucks

What you mean it sucks?

We paid you fifty million bucks

Wasn’t enough

To make an anthem for World Cup

What the hell’s World Cup?

But you don’t mention World Cup once!

But I said dale a bunch

You made the sport look so damn bad that we Have lost all of our fans

Don’t worry I can win them back by playing this

Horn with my ass

Holly shit!