Mayru, bring it in
Hot Karl
Rachel, you with me?
I'm feeling... I'm feeling kinda dancey
You don't wanna see, like, white kids Harlem Shake
It's, like, pitiful
But this is for the club, stupid!

[Verse 1]
I'm on attack, man
With iron claws that look like Hugh Jackman's
Visible in CAT scans
But they retract cause tonight I'm having fun
Wasted by the bar, spitting game to anyone
I'm like "YO! Any of you ladies want a chance?"
Staring at blonde chicks who off beat when they dance
But that's cute, acting sexy with your tongue
Everybody's having fun tonight like Wang Chung
I'm a bit drunk slurring words in every sentence
Swinging back and forth in your grill like I'm a dentist
Without other guys, cause then I'll get laid
Most dude think it's hot to dress like Eric Benét
That's not a right wing, I won't have it
You going in as Iceman, I'm playing Maverick
So bounce off the walls like you in panic
When people start to notice, bust out the Roger Rabbit
[Hook: Rachel Assil]
Suburban superstar
Don't matter where you are
I'll find you at the bar
Come on and dance with me
Suburban superstar
Don't matter where you are
Just walk behind me
I've got your
I've got your back

[Verse 2]
Til every glass is empty, you drinking with me
Til our conversation sound like Punjabi MC
It's like "achlch echl" every time I go to talk
The room keeps spinning every time we go to walk
One thing I do notice is you looking very hot
In tight Seven jeans and a Zac Posen top
It all started off with a smile from afar
Now I'm making out with you in a random college bar
Don't worry 'bout your rep, I'm bringing the heat
To the max, like where "Saved By The Bell" kids used to eat
We bouncin' to Ludo while I'm feeling on your rear
Imagining you going down like Sisqo's career
Aw hell
Imagine if your daddy could see
What a cute little slut his girl's grown up to be
But don't worry baby, he'll find out soon
When you're on "Girls Gone Wild" or "The Real Cancun"
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You tell me how you think the shit is fair
Cause nothing sounds gayer than songs by John Mayer
And that dude pulls girls everywhere
While I'm alone with Playstation every night in underwear
One day I'll be famous then I'll no longer care
Lose your phone number trying to get you out my hair
Now I'm underground so I really don't bother
Hoping you're into guys that look like Harry Potter
Then we're hand in hand and I'm smiling as we flirt
Hoping that your breasts don't look big only cause of the shirt
Ooh, it's hot and heavy, it's intense from the start
Untamed, like Christian Slater with a baboon's heart
Now we in my place, it's a bit unique
No candles or satin or Raphael Saadiq
It's just another night of the week, no red carpet
Suburban superstar, stop talking, let's start it

[Hook]