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Lyrics: Pissboy, Bear, FoP Tessa, The Rhyminister, Dazeem, Thorin, FoP Joe, et. al.
Vocals: Bear, Phal
Background Voice Work: FoP Tessa, FoP Gnavin, FoP Joe, Bear, Phal, Princess Buttercup, Dazeem
Poo Sounds: FoP Joe
Producer: Pissboy
Well, well, well, what have we here?
A trivia team Huh?
Ooh, I’m really scared
So, you’re the one that wins ever-ey year!? Ah hahahaha
You’re calling, with answers
And hoping you are right
Your answers are, so ug-a-ly
They simply are not right
you’re tired, you’re hungry
They really could be cursed
Pull your team together now
Or you’ll never come in first
Mr. Brucie Brucie says
My questions should be banned
You’d better pay attention, now
Cause I’m the Question Man
My writers are breathtaking
These question are so strong
This better be the last time you get a question wrong
Wrong-o!
Wrong-o!
Wrong-o!
I’m the Brucie Brucie man (he’s the question writer man)
Well, if I’m feelin’ fancy
And I want to mess with you
I might just throw a speedy round
Of questions right at you
And don’t ya know the one thing
That would make it not so nice
A speedy round of whore sounds to add a little spice
Wrong hole (wrong hole)
No Go (nooooooo)
Wrong hole (yeah)
I’m the Question writer man (he’s the Question writer man)
An incomplete
You must be mad, these questions are relentless
Regardless of your pageantry
These points help keep our senses
Ha you’re smoking, you’re toking
I know just what you fear
Would someone start the baseball round?
We ain’t done that in years
Oh how time, is passing
You really need to rush
And now, if you don’t mind
I’m going to make this rough
Well, what are you going to do?
You’re going to sit there, while I go use the can
(Poop Sounds)
Oh, the feel of pooping twice
The burning in my rear
‘Cause I’m the bloated Question Man
From drinking all the beer
It’s much more fun, I must confess
With a caller on the line
You’re wrong, of course
The question’s mine
You are a waste of time
We won’t be last, we will stand fast no matter what we will fight back
Hey Phone Bank, you hear this?
They surely will not win
You lost your mind the points are mine
And still you must tune in
You’re hopeless, you’re finished
You haven’t got a prayer
‘Cause I’m Mr. Brucie Brucie
And I’m your worst nightmare
