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I've tried looking at you,
But it's so hard to do.
I wanna whip out my mace,
So let's hide that butterface.
You know when you see a car crash,
And you can't help looking at that?
Well, your face is kinda the same,
Except a car-crash-comparison's pretty tame.
Someone's gotta tell ya now.
Your appearance makes me so sad,
And helping you is our vow,
So please wear this paper bag.
So get out, get out, get outta my face.
Your mug, your mug's all over the place.
You shouldn't go out looking like that,
So please wear this paper bag.
So please wear this paper bag.
Everything above your neck
Is like a horrible train wreck,
But now you look fantastic.
Just be happy we said "paper" not "plastic."
Now we just wanna play it straight,
And we're trying just to be honest,
And if you blot it out, you look great,
But your face is a Picasso. No, a Jackson ***.
So get out, get out, get outta my head.
Your face makes me wish I were dead.
You shouldn't go out looking like that,
So please wear this paper bag.
So please wear this paper bag.
And I know we sound heartless and cruel,
Like we're trying too hard to be macho and cool,
And I know you were born that way,
But facial-reconstructive surgery has come a long way.
So get out, get out, you've gotta go.
You've got a face for radio.
You shouldn't go out looking like that,
So please wear this paper bag.
So please wear this paper bag