O Chato

Ah, every annoying guy is nice
Never causes us any harm
Ah, every annoying guy is chill
Like he’s missing some spice

Ah, every annoying guy tells you
Where he spent Christmas time
And always gives you a tip
On where to go for the party vibe

Ah, every annoying guy pokes you
To get your attention
Calls you a silly head
And strums on his guitar

Says he invented a song
And plays all six hundred he made
And when you open your mouth and yawn
He plays it all over again

Ah, every annoying guy is slimy
But there’s no way to escape
I’m an annoying guy and God, I can’t stand myself
Just throwing myself in the sea