Hey Hey
MC M.I.Z., Johnny Drip-Drip
Lotta haters out there puttin' us on blast
Well, it's time to go
We roll like Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Those turdcutters in the ring? We 'bout to serve 'em (ha, ha, yeah)
First up, we trying to determine (uh-huh)
Why you panderin' clowns always scream the same sermon? (Why?)
You're not a New Day, you're a new version of Pee Wee Herman
We chose this business
I came back with a purpose
Without daddy's co-sign, The Usos would be worthless (nothing)
How many Samoans does it take to make a dynasty in the do-do
Hmm, it only takes you two (ooh)
Here we go (uh)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey (come on), ho-ho (let's go)
Hey, Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Miz and Morrison (woo)
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Here we go
Nice tights, new day, tell Woods to thank his momma (huh?)
But how you gonna beat us wearing cosplay pajamas?
Y'all, Daniel Bryan's the B plus player
He's the A-Lister, he's the Slam Town Mayor
Kofi's famous for who? (Who?) Like a jerk
The Usos are famous 'cause their dad used to twerk
We're known for stealin' every show that we've been in
We're Miz and Morrison (who?)
We're famous for winnin'
That's why we're the champs
Yeah, son, yeah
Miz and Morrison (come on)
Hey-hey, ho-ho (let's go)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Alright Johnny, break 'em off something deep
Broke it all and parkour to the top floor, ahead of you (huh?)
Be jealous, I got a reality show instead of you (that's right)
Hey, new Day, keep playing your video games in tweet mode (yup)
In real life, you couldn't beat us with a cheat code (nope)
You unicorn lovin' and you cheesy thuggin' dumb geeks
None of y'all would be the top guys on Sesame Street (uh-uh)
So Uce, enjoy the hooch in your stupid penitentiary
We are the greatest tag team of the twenty-first century
In life, there are winners and losers, be jealous
Miz and Morrison (yeah)
Hey-hey (come on), ho-ho (let's go)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (Johnny Ladder)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Wrestlemania, you're done
Lotta haters out there puttin' us on blast
Well, it's time to go
We roll like Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Those turdcutters in the ring? We 'bout to serve 'em (ha, ha, yeah)
First up, we trying to determine (uh-huh)
Why you panderin' clowns always scream the same sermon? (Why?)
You're not a New Day, you're a new version of Pee Wee Herman
We chose this business
I came back with a purpose
Without daddy's co-sign, The Usos would be worthless (nothing)
How many Samoans does it take to make a dynasty in the do-do
Hmm, it only takes you two (ooh)
Here we go (uh)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey (come on), ho-ho (let's go)
Hey, Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Miz and Morrison (woo)
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Here we go
Nice tights, new day, tell Woods to thank his momma (huh?)
But how you gonna beat us wearing cosplay pajamas?
Y'all, Daniel Bryan's the B plus player
He's the A-Lister, he's the Slam Town Mayor
Kofi's famous for who? (Who?) Like a jerk
The Usos are famous 'cause their dad used to twerk
We're known for stealin' every show that we've been in
We're Miz and Morrison (who?)
We're famous for winnin'
That's why we're the champs
Yeah, son, yeah
Miz and Morrison (come on)
Hey-hey, ho-ho (let's go)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Alright Johnny, break 'em off something deep
Broke it all and parkour to the top floor, ahead of you (huh?)
Be jealous, I got a reality show instead of you (that's right)
Hey, new Day, keep playing your video games in tweet mode (yup)
In real life, you couldn't beat us with a cheat code (nope)
You unicorn lovin' and you cheesy thuggin' dumb geeks
None of y'all would be the top guys on Sesame Street (uh-uh)
So Uce, enjoy the hooch in your stupid penitentiary
We are the greatest tag team of the twenty-first century
In life, there are winners and losers, be jealous
Miz and Morrison (yeah)
Hey-hey (come on), ho-ho (let's go)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (yeah, you know)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho (Johnny Ladder)
Miz and Morrison
Hey-hey, ho-ho
Wrestlemania, you're done
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Writer(s): Scott Thomas
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