Banquet Lyrics

I wanna take all my best friends out on dates

But they probably fuckin' hate me and don't wanna see my face

Well it's okay girlfriend I don't wanna see yours either

We can play a game that involves us with no T-shirts

Mickey, and then Mandy, and then Harry, and then Sam

Jerry, and then Terry, and then Harry, and then Pam

Then we'll play a game that involves us dying

We can end the night without us crying

Let's go, let's make a score for once

Touchdown, touchdown

Yeah it's all for fun

Where's the ref

Where's the ref

Where's the effin' referee

What's a motherfuckin' banquet without effin' reverie

I'm a high sibling, queen killing

Show up to the scene stealing evidence

A cipher huffer

I decode the life out of her

I decode the wooly mammoth DNA to bring him back

I run this gig economy from wooly mammoth back

Bring the really funny sticks that turn and make you sick

Bring the really heavy boots that never let you lose

Bring the juice

Bring the hoops

Bring the inflatable pool

Bring the donut that you float on

And bring all your climate news

Let's go, let's make a score for once

Touchdown, touchdown

Yeah it's all for fun

Where's the ref

Where's the ref

Where's the effin' referee

What's a motherfuckin' banquet without effin' reverie