Douche is in the Heart
While we’re all celebrating Glinty’s win, lets get down to the early 90s club hit by Deeeee-Scrote, “Douche is in the heart.”
The puke that you
send up my throat
Keep me filled with
Satisfaction when we’re done
Satisfaction of what’s to come
(I) I couldn’t ask for a douchebag
No I couldn’t ask for a douchebag,
Your bling I do deeply dig
No walls only the wigg(a)
My scrotey bitch, my succotash wish
(Sing it baby)
(I) I couldn’t ask for a douchebag,
(Uh-huh uh-huh)
(I-I-I-I-I I)
No I couldn’t ask for a douchebag,
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Douche is in the heart
Douche is in the heartttt,
Ah-ah-ah
The depth the forehead grease,
Move us to the nth release,
We goin’ through to Jersey,
Hears a who-ooh
(I) I couldn’t ask for a douchebag
(I-I-I-I-I I)
No couldn’t ask for a douchebag,
DJ Scrote (scrote) popped a collar,
I’ve been told the douchebag hollars,
He’s not vicious or malicious
Just de-lovely and a total and complete ball of f-ing scrote,
No (I) I couldn’t ask for a douchebag,
(Sing it)
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Douche is in the heart
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Douche is in the heart
(Ne-na-na-na-na)
Douche is in the heart-ah-ah-ah
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah-ah (yeah)
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah
Douche is in the heart
Douche is in the heart
Ah-ah-ah
