Lullaby (not really)
[Intro] (He-he... sleep tight, little punk...) [Verse 1] Hush little baby, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird starts to glitch... Papa's gonna buy you a Nintendo Switch! [Chorus] Hush little baby, now don't you cry, Switch for Fortnite, under starry sky. If that Switch lags on multiplayer nights, Papa hooks a fishing rod, casts it right! [Verse 2] And if that rod snaps on a big ol' bass, Papa scores a diamond ring, just in case β [Shouted: Wait!] Massive LED TV instead! Sixty-five inches for the NFL spread! [Chorus cont.] Hush little baby, dream so sweet, TV for Super Bowl, front-row seat. If the grill rusts from silly rain... Papa dreams of a horse, wild and unchained! [Bridge] Oh shoot β Papa spilled his beer on his gut! Iβm a clumsy... beer-soaked... mutt! (My bad, little punk, donβt tell your mom...) Nah, better that BBQ grill... Oh son, forgive Daddy for that slip! [Outro] Hush now, baby... hush little ego too... Sleep tight, tomorrow's promises new. Shhhh... goodnight. Hush now, baby... hush little ego too... Sleep tight, tomorrow's promises new. Shhhh...
