You've gotta admit
We sound great together, don't we?
You gotta admit
We sound better when we're playing and singing a song

You gotta admit
That we work better when we're distracted by ourselves
I've gotta admit
That I feel better when I don't see you around

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh

You've gotta admit
This ukelele sounds real shitty
I've gotta admit
That I'm using your beatles guitar pick you gave me, years ago

You've got to admit
That it works better when I was sixteen and had my doubts
You gotta admit
That you only like me when your dick is in my mouth

Woah, oh, oh
We don't work anymore!
Oh, oh, oh
Left your shit at the door

Woah, oh, oh
Cause we don't work anymore
Oh, oh, oh
Left your shit at the door