Lyrics:

Fucking croissant

Well I, I went to buy myself a handgun
Why you think man, to shoot down everyone
So you better go running star
But I spent all my money on this cracked out piece of shit called the bass guitar

(Run young son got himself a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
Well here we go
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
With a break down low
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
Say hello baby
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)

We all know what you got to do
Always just comes down to you
We all know what you got to do, man
Always just comes down to you

Said, shut that door (ah)
Spewing all over the floor (ah)
Say hello baby (ah)

Well I, I went drinking down at the bars
I went drink driving in your mama's car
So you better go running star
'Cause right now I'm not really sure if I can drive for shit but, ahhha

(Run young son got himself a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
Well here we go
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
With a break down low
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
Say hello baby
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
(Young son got a brand new bass guitar)
With a skinny-wop-bop-a-lu-la

I mean, that's the scrappiest version I've ever done of that n my life