Look, I'm doin' you's a favor. This is a privilege right here to hear this man sing. He's got the voice of a baby angel. Hey Turn the shit up! He said he can't hear it. Turn the shit up! No, no, I can hear it Look, this is my god damn artist Da da da da Look, he's makin' his own beat int here right now. Turn him up! I can hear it Turn the shit up! Turn him up! Gargoyles holding baskets of black kittens With sharp bloody fangs and warm Christmas mittens It's freezing outside, it's so cold that it stings These are a few of my favorite tings Get my joy cupped And my balls licked Underneath mistletoe Oh, didn't I tell you he was beautiful? You got it, man, you got the stuff, Frankie, man. Don't give 'em no more.