[Verse 1] Forgets meetings or walks in late, with a coffee in his hand at a quarter past eight, gives a wink and a big ol’ smile, “You’re lookin’ great! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Everybody laughs, nobody cares, somehow he’s already halfway down the stairs, I say, “You know he does this every time,” they say, “Yeah, but come on—the guy’s alright.” [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I’m bitter, maybe I’m wise, maybe I’m the only one who sees through his disguise. Or maybe he’s just better at getting his way— either way... [Chorus] LET’S DO THE dOOsh! THAT DO-DO-dOOsh! dOOsh! dOOsh! LET’S DO THE dOOOOOSH!! dOOsh IT! YEAH! [Verse 2] Never knows the answer, still takes the floor, starts with “actually...” and blabs some more, says something vague with a confident nod, everybody leaves like, “That guy knows his job.” He borrows twenty, forgets it clean, then buys the whole damn table drinks at three, I bring it up and somebody says, “Man, why you always giving that dude such shit?” [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I’m bitter, maybe I’m wise, maybe I just hate the way he gets away with his life. He never looks worried, never seems ashamed, and somehow everybody remembers his name. [Chorus] LET’S DO THE dOOsh! THAT DO-DO-dOOsh! dOOsh! dOOsh! LET’S DO THE dOOOOOOSH!! dOOsh IT! YEAH! [Bridge] Little mistake, little shrug, every rough edge gets swept under the rug, he points, he grins, he slips right through, and somehow nobody sees what I do. Maybe it’s charm, maybe it’s skill, maybe I’m waiting for a shoe that never will drop on the guy everybody seems to choose— or maybe I just really hate that dOOsh. ...Maybe. [Breakdown] Slick it back! Step aside! Show up late and let it ride! Big ol’ smile! Little excuse! Everybody loves you— DO THE dOOsh! [Final Chorus] LET’S DO THE dOOsh! THAT DO-DO-dOOsh! dOOsh! dOOsh! LET’S DO THE dOOOOOSH!! dOOsh IT! YEAH! [Outro] Maybe he’s fake. Maybe he’s smooth. Maybe I’m mad ’cause I can’t do the dOOsh. ...dOOsh it. YEAH!
