Right Back (Don't Judge)
When people walk by me
They come right back
And stare at the thing
Upon my upper lip
As if it is a masterpiece
Painted by Da Vinci
You see
It's such a glorious thing
I let it grow
Now it grows me
It's beautiful
As you can see
Don't give me that look
I swear to thee
Don't judge my stache
Don't judge my stache
Cuz it judges you right back
Its handlebars of justice
It's got a lot of mass
Can really kick some bass fish away
Can really eat some sushi
It's got its own moustache
Yes it's that bad
It's got mad skillz on skateboard
Yes it's that rad
See I'm telling you
Back away
If you want to live to see another day
I could be
The Bandit from Smokey and the
You know me
I could handle that role
Or I could be Salvador Dalí
Sans all that wack stuff
That he painted
See, how cool is that?
My stache could wear its own hat
It's really grown on me, you see
So don't you dare, you dare come at me
Don't judge my stache
Don't judge my stache
Cuz it judges you right back
Its handlebars of justice
It's got a lot of mass
Can really kick some bass fish away
Can really eat some sushi
It's got its own moustache
Yes it's that bad
It's got mad skillz on skateboard
Yes it's that rad
See I'm telling you
Back away
If you want to live to see another day
They come right back
And stare at the thing
Upon my upper lip
As if it is a masterpiece
Painted by Da Vinci
You see
It's such a glorious thing
I let it grow
Now it grows me
It's beautiful
As you can see
Don't give me that look
I swear to thee
Don't judge my stache
Don't judge my stache
Cuz it judges you right back
Its handlebars of justice
It's got a lot of mass
Can really kick some bass fish away
Can really eat some sushi
It's got its own moustache
Yes it's that bad
It's got mad skillz on skateboard
Yes it's that rad
See I'm telling you
Back away
If you want to live to see another day
I could be
The Bandit from Smokey and the
You know me
I could handle that role
Or I could be Salvador Dalí
Sans all that wack stuff
That he painted
See, how cool is that?
My stache could wear its own hat
It's really grown on me, you see
So don't you dare, you dare come at me
Don't judge my stache
Don't judge my stache
Cuz it judges you right back
Its handlebars of justice
It's got a lot of mass
Can really kick some bass fish away
Can really eat some sushi
It's got its own moustache
Yes it's that bad
It's got mad skillz on skateboard
Yes it's that rad
See I'm telling you
Back away
If you want to live to see another day
Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Futrell
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