I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
Every day I dedicate to cultivate this mass
Of attention seizin, pooty pleasin, naughty nasal grass
I accessorize with a topiarized two gun salute that shoots cockeyed
Then I take aim and blow some minds
Heads exploding left and right
So listen when your lip's like, "Grow me! Grow me!"
Then tell the barber that you know me
You'll get a frowny macaroni with a theme by Morricone
Gonna splode like Nakatomi
When you can show me an Iommi, Romeo!
Me, I'm a roaming omi (??)
Owning every look I'm growing
Pwning phonies that phone it in
With wack nineties Trebek baloney
Facial fins like a villain, silent killer, hypertension
Pressure's on! Pulses race when I show my furry face
Cuz for me it's more than fashion, it's a motherf*ckin' passion
Mustachin'
Part the curtains, let the gash in
I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
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I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
Every day I dedicate to cultivate this mass
Of attention seizin, pooty pleasin, naughty nasal grass
I accessorize with a topiarized two gun salute that shoots cockeyed
Then I take aim and blow some minds
Heads exploding left and right
So listen when your lip's like, "Grow me! Grow me!"
Then tell the barber that you know me
You'll get a frowny macaroni with a theme by Morricone
Gonna splode like Nakatomi
When you can show me an Iommi, Romeo!
Me, I'm a roaming omi (??)
Owning every look I'm growing
Pwning phonies that phone it in
With wack nineties Trebek baloney
Facial fins like a villain, silent killer, hypertension
Pressure's on! Pulses race when I show my furry face
Cuz for me it's more than fashion, it's a motherf*ckin' passion
Mustachin'
Part the curtains, let the gash in
I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
Every day I dedicate to cultivate this mass
Of attention seizin, pooty pleasin, naughty nasal grass
I accessorize with a topiarized two gun salute that shoots cockeyed
Then I take aim and blow some minds
Heads exploding left and right
So listen when your lip's like, "Grow me! Grow me!"
Then tell the barber that you know me
You'll get a frowny macaroni with a theme by Morricone
Gonna splode like Nakatomi
When you can show me an Iommi, Romeo!
Me, I'm a roaming omi (??)
Owning every look I'm growing
Pwning phonies that phone it in
With wack nineties Trebek baloney
Facial fins like a villain, silent killer, hypertension
Pressure's on! Pulses race when I show my furry face
Cuz for me it's more than fashion, it's a motherf*ckin' passion
Mustachin'
Part the curtains, let the gash in
I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You lucky f*cker! How nice must it be
Riding on the nosetails of a classy f*ck like me
I've got that booger bush that could suffocate Sam Elliott
I know you know it looks good
Just imagine f*ckin smelling it
Writer: George Henry Jr
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