No E - Zach Sherwin, Watsky

Young Zachary…

Max on that track…

Think through your ABCs

So you’ll start off at A and wind up at Z

Now which of that group occurs most commonly?

Now that writing symbol.

It pops up a lot, right?

High profiling, always all up in a spotlight

Cool kid, in crowd

Not who this hot shit is droppin' for

This is for my not-so-populars

It’s for my Xs, my Zs and my Qs

My Ñs, my Js, and my Vs and Ks, too

This is for my outcasts and misfits

All my oddballs, nod your noggins to this

It’s going out to my Qs and my Ks and my Zs

My Ñs, my Xs, my Js and my Vs

Go Watsky.

Okay, I’m going to

Using only Y A I O and U

So many things I can’t say without you

But back up, trick, this song’s not about you

I swing my fist until a bully catch a fat lip

You’ll think it’s a conniption fit from sniffin' catnip

As I run rings around a dingus I do cunnilingus

On a gymnast till that foxy lady hits a backflip.

(Wooo!)

I’m sorry if I’m on that brag tip

But your armada’s nada and I’m chillin' on that flagship

Baby, two can play at war

I’m cruisin' on my unicorn and shootin' as I soar

It’s stupid how I’m poopin' on you nincompoops

And scoopin' up my loot and scootin' out that door

So if a bastard calls you gross and got you glum

You host a holy ghost — not hollow as a drum

All in all our flaws show what it’s all about

So f ho-hum go dumb and just roar till your throat’s numb

So, um, I was that chubby kid at camp who would swim

With his shirt on, so no light could tan his skin

Wishing his waistband was trim, and thanks to my pituitary gland

I’m now a man and slim, but that pain stays with you — phantom limb

Chantin' hymns for all my antonyms of big-man-on-campus gym rats

And pompous girls with pompoms

For non-Don Juanitas and non-Don Juans who skip prom or formal

For abnormal sorts who don’t play sports with jocks

Non-conforming rocks

So if how you do you is too unorthodox for a box

Put a fist up.

Box your way out.

Hit it

Mold’s gross.

Who would want to fit it?

This is going out to my Zs and my Ks my Qs

My Ñs, my Xs, my Vs and Js, too

Folks with asthma and physical handicaps

Birthmarks, scars, and burns or dramatic family crap

Going out to my Qs and my Ks and my Zs

My @-signs, my Js, and my Vs

And last on this list

All my library-living wordplay-loving kids

Zach, smack it to bits

Gandalf, Houdini, Jafar… oh no!

What’s wrong?

Look!

Snap (e)!

Gotcha, guys, that was our plan all along

Wizardry on a song with a magical trick

What a hot collaboration

Boom, this match is (e)lit (e)

Gritty hard diamond minds causing paws to applaud

Two shiny rock stars, two hip-hop g (e)od (e)s!

Whoa whoa, slow it down, don’t talk bull and brag

I’m sorry, man, I’m just chock full of s (e)wag (e)

Lyrics, twisting, turning, curling

Similar to a tail on a pig or a pug

From a pair of (e)mc (ee)s with a lot in common

Our skin and our skills

Awwww!

Don’t allow rigid limitations

To stop you from rising to difficult occasions

Wow, so motivational!

Oh, without a doubt

And now it’s «P (e)ac (e) man»

And I’m out.

Ghost