[Intro] Six-seven… Six-seven… Can you feel the vibration? [Verse 1] Nose like a horn and my shoes look giant Yeah, the fit is a fit, don’t try to fight it Ketchup on my suit, yeah the drip so frightening Burger in my pocket and my hat’s still sideways [Pre-Chorus] Life is clownin’ on up, on up Grease in my good luck, good luck Yeah, my brain is fryin’ right up And I can’t unscroll it, signed up [Chorus] Six-Seven, can you feel the vibration? Honkin’ loud, polka rotation Six-Seven, late-night brainrot station Flip that patty, cringe sensation [Post-Chorus] (Yeah!) Oh, it’s Six-Seven (What?) Curse of channel eleven Thought we were done? This is meme progression Yeah, oh, it’s Six-Seven [Verse 2] Okay, droppin’ my fries I got mayo in my eyes They said, “Turn it down,” but now we crank it louder Oom-pah in your ears like a seltzer powder [Pre-Chorus] Life is clownin’ on up, on up Grease in my good luck, good luck Yeah, my brain is fryin’ right up And I can’t unscroll it, signed up [Chorus] Six-Seven, can you feel the vibration? Honkin’ loud, polka rotation Six-Seven, late-night brainrot station Flip that patty, cringe sensation [Bridge] I know it’s hard to understand Why there’s cheese on my left hand… Just kidding, that’s the bit Hit the tuba, let it spit, let’s go! [Outro] Six-Seven, clown car drive-by Static buzzin’, fries too high Six-Seven, from the airwaves playin’ Six-Seven… Six-Seven… (static eats the station)
