Red Solo Cup - Hit Masters

Finn

Two, one two three!

Sam

Now, red solo cup is the best receptacle

For barbecues, tailgates, fairs and festivals

And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles

If you prefer drinkin' from glass (Mike: That’s true!)

Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable

And in fourteen years they are decomposable

And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable

Freddie Mac can kiss my ass, woo!

Red solo cup, uh huh, I fill you up

Let’s have a party, let’s have a party

I love you, red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now, I really love how you’re easy to stack

But I really hate how you’re easy to crack

'Cause when beer runs down the front of my back

Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky

But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten

Admirin' how sharply my first name is written

On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin'

On them to help me get lucky

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let’s have a party, let’s have a party

I love you, red solo cup, I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Now, I’ve seen you in blue and I’ve seen you in yellow

But only you, red, will do for this fellow

'Cause you are the Abbott into my Costello

And you are the Fruit to my Loom

Red solo cup, you’re more than just plastic

You’re more than amazing, you’re more than fantastic

Believe me when I’m not the least bit sarcastic

When I look at you and say:

«Red solo cup…

You’re not just a cup (Quinn: Mm, mm)

(Finn: God no!)

You’re my… (Finn: Friend?)

You’re my friend, yeah (Finn: Lifelong!)

(Quinn: You’re my friend, uh huh)

Thank you for being my friend»

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let’s have a party, let’s have a party

I love you, red solo cup (Finn: What up, what up)

I lift you up

Proceed to party, proceed to party

Red solo cup, I fill you up

Let’s have a party, let’s have a party

Red solo cup, I lift you up

Let’s have a party, proceed to party

Solo cup, solo cup

Solo cup, solo cup

Solo cup, solo cup

Solo cup