Testo Klan cookout Bo Burnham

Klan cookout

This song is going to seem terribly offensive.
But remember it's satire,
and please don't kick the shit outta me. Okay.

Grab a seat, have somethin to eat,
help yourself it's alright.
If you wanna beer they're over here,
but we only got Coors Light.
Try a chip with my homemade dip,
the stuff is outta sight.
Right before bed we'll shave your head,
good to see you dressed in white.

Cause it's a klan cookout.
It's a klan cookout.
Klan cookout.
Klan cookout.

Here's my wife slash sister,
she brightens up my day.
She went away and I missed her,
cause my moms a lousy lay.
Don't hang with foreign fellows,
it will only be your loss.
Stay here and roast marshmellows,
by the burning cross.

At the klan cookout.
At the klan cookout.
Dad's on lookout.
At the klan cookout.

And if you're black,
don't wanna see your face.
They're like a high school track,
just a stupid race.
We gotta plan.
Kill all the jews.
Are you mexican?
Because you confused.
Seniõr,
Que, que, que?

It's a klan cookout.
It's a klan cookout.
Mein Kompf?
Man, check that book out.
At the klan cookout.

All men are created equal,
man that shit gets me pissed.
Here's an idea for a sequel,
soeone loses Schindler's List.
I cook, I clean,
cause I'm the hooded host.
And on Halloween,
I dress as a . . . slave owner.
We hate hispanics,
hence the 20 foot walls.
And all you Goddamn dirty catholics,
can catho-lick my balls.
Ethnics give off weird aromas,
and I can't understand,
why we need high school diplomas,
with a bible in hand.

At the klan cookout.
At the klan cookout.
At the klan cookout.
At the klan cookout.

i have jewish friends