Now, red solo cup is the best receptical
For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals
And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer drinkin' from glass
Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable
And in fourteen years, they are decomposable
And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable
Freddy Mac can kiss my ass
Whoo!
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 really love how you're easy to stack
But I really hate how you're easy to crack
'Cause when beer runs down in front of my pack
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 Abbot to 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
And believe me that I am not the least bit sarcastic
When I look at you and say
Red solo cup, you're not just a cup
(No! No! No! God, no!)
You're my-you're my (Friend?) friend
(Friend x3; Life-long)
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
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
Let's have a party
Proceed to party
Songwriters: Beavers, Brett; Beavers, Jim; Warren, Brad; Warren, Brett Now, red solo cup is the best receptical For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles If you prefer drinkin' from glass Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable And in fourteen years, they are decomposable And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable Freddy Mac can kiss my ass Whoo! 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 really love how you're easy to stack But I really hate how you're easy to crack 'Cause when beer runs down in front of my pack 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 Abbot to 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 And believe me that I am not the least bit sarcastic When I look at you and say Red solo cup, you're not just a cup (No! No! No! God, no!) You're my-you're my (Friend?) friend (Friend x3; Life-long) 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 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 Let's have a party Proceed to party Explain Request ×
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