Paroles: Son Of Dork. Welcome to Loserville. Boyband.

Boy's we've been here for a while
But we've finally got the style
Strike your pose and fake a smile
Give me Kenny, give me Kyle
I hate to break it but it's true
Fifteen minutes we'll be through
And I won't have to talk to you

Now you know the words you fool
Sing along to you own tune
Wrote to prove you are a tool
Tell your friends you joined a boyband
Boyband

Good Chalotte said they like McFly
Is half their fanbase gonna cry?
It's so pathetic dry your eyes
When you gonna realise a tun's a tune?
I don't know why the metalheads want us to die
But these days they're all under nine
So I'll be fine

Now you know the words you fool
Sing along to you own tune
Wrote to prove you are a tool
Tell your friends you joined a boyband
Boyband

I get calls from girls who saw me on TV
Behind my back they're saying nasty thing about me

"There's the kid who blew it all,
I sat next to him in school
Everyone thought he was cool
'til he quit his job and joined a boyband"
Boyband

Now you know the words you fool
Sing along to you own tune
Wrote to prove you are a tool
Tell your friends you joined a boyband
Boyband

Join a boyband
Join a boyband
Screw your life up
Join a boyband
Kids will hate you
Out to get you
Ever since you
Joined a boyband
It's really scary
Palms are sweaty
Potato guns are armed and ready
Screwed your life up
Just like Eddie
Ever since you
Joined a boyband