Fuccboi Anthem - Aunty Donna

Ring ring, ah, ring ring

Hey boy

What do you want?

You called me?

Whatever Trevor… What are you doin'?

I’m just-

Oh I don’t care

Boy all you care about is fucking you’re such a-

A what?

Say it

A fuccboi

You’re goddam right I’m a fuccboi

They wear trendy shoes when they walk down the street

'Cause a fuccboi can’t fuck if he’s got cold feet

A fuccboi fucks heaps he ain’t got a spouse

And a fuccboi wears a sunhat when he leaves the house

Fuccbois fuccbois, make some noise

Fuccbois love to fuck and they are also boys

Fuccbois fucbbois handle their biz

I totally know what a fuccboi is

Fuccbois have a small vocabulary

At least that’s what I read on Urban Dictionary

Statistically fuccbois all have skin

And below their knee there’s probably a shin

Fuccbois fuccbois fuccbois fuck

A fuccboi is half boy and half fuck

Fuccbois fuccbois, let me hear you sing

Fuccbois are still a relevant thing

A fuccboi is a boy who can fuck all day

If you can’t do that then there’s just no way

You’re a fuccboi and if you are a girl

Then I don’t mean to exclude but you’re not a fuccboi

And if you are a boy but you don’t like to fuck

Then you’re not a fuccboi, tough bloody luck

But if you do like to fuck and you’re not a boy

That’s only half so shut up and eat some bok choy

So spell it out 'cause I know you can spell fuccboi out loud

Like you don’t give a damn

U!

(U!)

K!

(C!)

K!

(C!)

It’s K (It's C)

It’s fuck… It’s K (fuccbois got two C’s)

No it doesn’t, it’s K (yes it does)

I’ll look it up then (ok alright)

I’ll look… Ohh… (yeah)

And boys got an «I»

(Yes man… Mark do you even know what a fuccboi is?)

Yes

(It's just that ever since your thirtieth birthday you’ve been doing a lot to

prove how young and hip you are)

That’s not true

(Mark you’ve eaten nothing but memes for a week)

I know what a fuccboi is!

(Prove it!)

Every fuccboi is allergic to bananas

And they share a single pair of flannelette pyjamas

In their jackets there are pockets sewn by their mum

In their pockets there are lockets where they hide spare cum

And strobe lights make a fuccboi not see

'Cause fuccbois suffer from epilepsy

And fuccbois can’t paint a feature wall

'Cause every fuccboi is only one foot tall

Don’t expect a fuccboi to ever call you back

'Cause all of their phones are Ivan Milat

And a fuccboi’s advice for IBS is

Eat probiotic yoghurt and reduce daily stress

Fuccbois fuccbois, I know what they are

If I’m off I bet it’s not by far

Fuccbois fuccbois, I’m down with the scene

Google says they were a thing in 2015

Oh fuck!