(Warner-Cilia)
I’m on Facebook but where’s my friends?
I saved up my cash and bought my new computer
I-pad, camera, big widescreen
My snapshot’s all uploaded, there’s no a micro-chip outmoded
And I’ve been waiting six days one hour seventeen
I’m on Facebook but where’s my friends?
This can’t be how my story ends
I’m telling you there’s something wrong
Because I know the words to every Taylor Swift song
But I’m on Facebook and I ain’t got no friends
I wear a trim goatee with my Celtic tat
Cuban heels and a pork-pie hat
I got everything required to be somebody desired
But nobody out there wants to be my friend
I’m on Facebook but where’s my friends?
This can’t be how my story ends
I’m telling you there’s something wrong
Because I know the words to every Taylor Swift song
But I’m on Facebook and I ain’t got no friends
Be my friend, be my friend, be my friend
Facebook friends – you’ve no requests
Facebook friends – you have no guests
Facebook friends – I’m freaking out I’m Faceless
I had enough so I sold my new computer
Took the funds and found the nearest boozer
I’m pretty soon conversing to a bunch of tech reversings
Like me they’re losers but they are genuine
I’m not on Facebook and here’s my friends
This is how my story ends
I’m telling you there’s something right
Skin to skin most every night
So long Facebook but now I got real friends.
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