Lyrics Bo Burnham – Klan Kookout
Text:
You guys seem like you’re on my side, right? Alright, let’s change that.
Grab a seat
Have something to eat
Help yourself, it’s all right
But we only got Coors light
Try a chip with my homemade dip
The stuff is outta sight
Right before bed, we’ll shave your head
Good thing you’re dressed in white
Cause it’s a Klan Kookout
Cause it’s a Klan Kookout
Here’s my wife slash sister
She brightens up my day
She went away and I missed her
Cause my Mum’s a lousy lay
Don’t hang with foreign fellows
It’ll only be your loss
Stay here and roast marshmallows
By the burning cross
At the Klan Kookout
Just the black people
Klan Kookout
Dan’s on lookout
At the Klan Kookout
And if you’re black
Don’t want to see your face
They’re like a high school track
Just a stupid race
We got a plan
Are you a Mexican
Because you seem confused
(Señor, KKK?)
It’s a Klan Kookout
It’s a Klan Kookout
Mein Kampf?
Check that book out
At the Klan Kookout
All men are created equal
Man that shit gets me pissed
Here’s an idea for a sequel
Someone loses Schindler’s List
I cook, I clean
Cause I’m the hooded host
And on Halloween,
I dress as a … slave owner
We hate Hispanics
Hence the 20-foot walls
And all you God-damn dirty Catholics
Can Catho-lick my balls
Ethnics give off weird aromas
And I can’t understand
Why we need high-school diplomas
With the Bible in hand
At the Klan Kookout
I have black friends
I was just kidding.
I don’t have black friends
