The Key of Awesome, Todd Womack, Carolyn Castiglia, Mark Douglas - E.T. V.D. lyrics
[The Key of Awesome, Todd Womack, Carolyn Castiglia, Mark Douglas - E.T. V.D. lyrics]
I got on silver pants, I'm in a spaceship
I'm not a sissy but
I'm feelin' kinda spacesick
I'm the greatest, unafraidest, I got braces
I'm about to throw u-u-up
Cus I ate at space Pizza Hut
Had to move to outer space
The only place my head can fit
Gonna find a Borg chick and go
To space bed with it
Knocked up a Neptunian, created a new race
Dated a Plutonian but only got to fifth base
Kanye, why are you here?
I don't like this version
You're not on the album
Katy, uh, let me be clear, uh
Every single pop hit needs a rapper on it
This song's about Russell B
It's got nothing to do with
Doin' it with blue chicks
Katy, it's okay with me
I'm actually quite enjoying this
I tried to write a smart song
With deep symbolism they've got me made up
Like a space slut who dances
For Jabba the Hutt
Sell me, s-s-sell me bury all my talent
With robotic sounds and auto-t-t tuning
Package me to death
And don't forget my chest
More, product placement
We've got to pay the rent
Mix Wall-E with T and A
Now, here's more from Kanye
Come take a ride on my rocket
Give you a grand tour of my cockpit
Why does it burn every time I go space pee?
I musta caught a case of ETVD
Them green whores gave me iridescent sores
Why did I boldly go where
So many had gone before?
Too many seventeensomes with Romulans
Next time I'll have to pack
A stack of plasma condioms
Pop life is no longer fun
I'm flyin' to the sun
But who will raise the benjamins
I can't afford this mansion
I'm not a sissy but
I'm feelin' kinda spacesick
I'm the greatest, unafraidest, I got braces
I'm about to throw u-u-up
Cus I ate at space Pizza Hut
Had to move to outer space
The only place my head can fit
Gonna find a Borg chick and go
To space bed with it
Knocked up a Neptunian, created a new race
Dated a Plutonian but only got to fifth base
Kanye, why are you here?
I don't like this version
You're not on the album
Katy, uh, let me be clear, uh
Every single pop hit needs a rapper on it
This song's about Russell B
It's got nothing to do with
Doin' it with blue chicks
Katy, it's okay with me
I'm actually quite enjoying this
I tried to write a smart song
With deep symbolism they've got me made up
Like a space slut who dances
For Jabba the Hutt
Sell me, s-s-sell me bury all my talent
With robotic sounds and auto-t-t tuning
Package me to death
And don't forget my chest
More, product placement
We've got to pay the rent
Mix Wall-E with T and A
Now, here's more from Kanye
Come take a ride on my rocket
Give you a grand tour of my cockpit
Why does it burn every time I go space pee?
I musta caught a case of ETVD
Them green whores gave me iridescent sores
Why did I boldly go where
So many had gone before?
Too many seventeensomes with Romulans
Next time I'll have to pack
A stack of plasma condioms
Pop life is no longer fun
I'm flyin' to the sun
But who will raise the benjamins
I can't afford this mansion