What's the Point (Mashed Up Remix)

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[Verse 1]
[Singer A]: Why’s the remote always dead when I need it right now?
[Singer B]: Because you leave it in the couch like a lost little clown.
[Singer A]: That is not the point, the point is I was watching my show.
[Singer B]: The point is you yelled at the TV like it oughta know.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
[Singer B]: Of your whole little rant?
[Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
[Singer B]: You’re making less sense than a plant.
[Chorus]
[Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
We’re arguing over dumb little things
Who ate the fries, who left the light on,
Who stole the good headphones and the strings
What’s the point, what’s the point?
Nobody knows, but we’re still in a fight
About nothing, about everything,
Till somebody says, “You know what? You might.”
[Verse 2]
[Singer A]: You always twist the cap too tight on the ketchup bottle.
[Singer B]: You always squeeze the middle like you’re trying to throttle.
[Singer A]: That’s disrespectful to condiments, it’s a matter of pride.
[Singer B]: It’s sauce, not a sacred oath you gotta defend with your life.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
[Singer B]: Of this ketchup debate?
[Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
[Singer B]: We started at “okay” and ended at “too late.”
[Chorus]
[Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
We’re arguing over dumb little things
Who ate the fries, who left the light on,
Who stole the good headphones and the strings
What’s the point, what’s the point?
Nobody knows, but we’re still in a fight
About nothing, about everything,
Till somebody says, “You know what? You might.”
[Bridge]
[Singer B]: You say I’m dramatic.
[Singer A]: You say I’m insane.
[Singer B]: We both act like toddlers in a thunderstorm of shame.
[Singer A]: But if I’m being honest—
[Singer B]: Yeah?
[Singer A]: I kinda like the noise.
[Singer B]: Me too. We’re ridiculous.
[Singer A]: Absolutely, boys.
[Final Chorus]
[Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point?
If the point is just to be right?
We’ll battle over nonsense
‘Til the sun turns off the light
What’s the point, what’s the point?
Maybe none, maybe all, maybe who cares tonight
We’re two fools in a loop saying,
“What’s the point?”
And somehow that feels right.
[Outro]
[Singer A]: Okay, but seriously—
[Singer B]: No, you’re not getting the last fry.
*Laughter*
[Fades Out]

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[Verse 1] [Singer A]: Why’s the remote always dead when I need it right now? [Singer B]: Because you leave it in the couch like a lost little clown. [Singer A]: That is not the point, the point is I was watching my show. [Singer B]: The point is you yelled at the TV like it oughta know. [Pre-Chorus] [Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point? [Singer B]: Of your whole little rant? [Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point? [Singer B]: You’re making less sense than a plant. [Chorus] [Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point? We’re arguing over dumb little things Who ate the fries, who left the light on, Who stole the good headphones and the strings What’s the point, what’s the point? Nobody knows, but we’re still in a fight About nothing, about everything, Till somebody says, “You know what? You might.” [Verse 2] [Singer A]: You always twist the cap too tight on the ketchup bottle. [Singer B]: You always squeeze the middle like you’re trying to throttle. [Singer A]: That’s disrespectful to condiments, it’s a matter of pride. [Singer B]: It’s sauce, not a sacred oath you gotta defend with your life. [Pre-Chorus] [Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point? [Singer B]: Of this ketchup debate? [Singer A]: What’s the point, what’s the point? [Singer B]: We started at “okay” and ended at “too late.” [Chorus] [Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point? We’re arguing over dumb little things Who ate the fries, who left the light on, Who stole the good headphones and the strings What’s the point, what’s the point? Nobody knows, but we’re still in a fight About nothing, about everything, Till somebody says, “You know what? You might.” [Bridge] [Singer B]: You say I’m dramatic. [Singer A]: You say I’m insane. [Singer B]: We both act like toddlers in a thunderstorm of shame. [Singer A]: But if I’m being honest— [Singer B]: Yeah? [Singer A]: I kinda like the noise. [Singer B]: Me too. We’re ridiculous. [Singer A]: Absolutely, boys. [Final Chorus] [Both]: What’s the point, what’s the point? If the point is just to be right? We’ll battle over nonsense ‘Til the sun turns off the light What’s the point, what’s the point? Maybe none, maybe all, maybe who cares tonight We’re two fools in a loop saying, “What’s the point?” And somehow that feels right. [Outro] [Singer A]: Okay, but seriously— [Singer B]: No, you’re not getting the last fry. *Laughter* [Fades Out]

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