Do Be Do
Do Be Do
Do Be Do Do Do Do
Do be do

Quack quack boom, load it up, shot down, knocked out the room
Now I got your attention, ima strike a pose and then kill all the tension
Because it seems to me I got no gift for photography
Face made of bees
So you know that Im getting honey
99.9 percent of pictures you find with my face mugging
Are on FaceBook, or the internet, Jaegerbomb powered while beer chugging
Why is it when I visit your cities and towns
Villages, clubs, and pubs, a round
Of tequila makes the camera come running right quick
I just want a pic where I look a bit slick

No! Take it again!
Or whatever you do, dont tag me in it
Want a photograph to remember the night
But I look like I been microwaved for a minute
And I know the droves aint looking to catch me
No Lady Gaga No Papparazzi
But it happens, so instead of looking like a loon
I throw up the duckface, quack quack boom

La La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La
La La La La La La La

Heavy like a metal band, swag when I rap
Get as many shows as your piece of crap
Naff trowback BritRock Guitar band
But they got the haircuts always looking grand
No House Of Pain, dont Jump Around
When I play a show, I dont touch the ground
I choose that style coz nobody warned me
Id look in still frame like I got a kinda palsy
Nostrils flaring, people staring
Got to the point where I cant avoid caring
Look like a young Clooney so you know
But I photograph like Quentin Tarentino
From dusk til dawn, I look ridiculous
Sore thumb sticking out, I am conspicuous
So when I see a camera lighting up the room
I throw up the duck face quack quack boom


No! Take it again!
Or whatever you do, dont tag me in it
Want a photograph to remember the night
But I look like I been microwaved for a minute
And I know the droves aint looking to catch me
No Lady Gaga No Papparazzi
But it happens, so instead of looking like a loon
I throw up the duckface, quack quack boom

Quack Quack Boom!
Quack Quack Boom!
Quack Quack Boom!
Quack Quack Boom!

Quack Quack!