Blue Foster - Banquet Lyrics

I wanna take all my best friends out on dates
But they probably f*ckin' hate me and don't wanna see my face
Well it's okay girlfriend I don't wanna see yours either
We can play a game that involves us with no T-shirts

Mickey, and then Mandy, and then Harry, and then Sam
Jerry, and then Terry, and then Harry, and then Pam
Then we'll play a game that involves us dying
We can end the night without us crying

Let's go, let's make a score for once
Touchdown, touchdown
Yeah it's all for fun
Where's the ref
Where's the ref
Where's the effin' referee
What's a motherf*ckin' banquet without effin' reverie

I'm a high sibling, queen killing
Show up to the scene stealing evidence
A cipher huffer
I decode the life out of her
I decode the wooly mammoth DNA to bring him back
I run this gig economy from wooly mammoth back

Bring the really funny sticks that turn and make you sick
Bring the really heavy boots that never let you lose
Bring the juice
Bring the hoops
Bring the inflatable pool
Bring the donut that you float on
And bring all your climate news

Let's go, let's make a score for once
Touchdown, touchdown
Yeah it's all for fun
Where's the ref
Where's the ref
Where's the effin' referee
What's a motherf*ckin' banquet without effin' reverie