CREDIT CARD
Pardoy of "Faint" by Linkin Park
Written by Dereku Ayanami-Yankovic (formerly Philip Moore)
I am going on a date tonight with a lady friend of mine
All of my cash gone on account of that public indecency fine
Thus I'm a little bit strapped for cash, but I'm willing to bet
That if I don't cough up the coin, my date will beat me to my death
So I borrow a credit card, eat and swipe, it's not that hard
But we can't eat like royalty, with a limit of 12.50
CHORUS
I can't pay with my mom's MasterCard
I've got Transmedia, but you don't take that card
Guess I'll have to dine and dash tonight
But don't you dare blame me, blame my credit card
I eat a dozen Buffalo wings, with onion rings on the side
Toss in a beer, and add a donut here, and then a piece of pie
She ate like it was her last meal, like a poor African
As if she survived two thirds of her life in a third-world nation
So I sit down and hold my breath as the waiter brings us the check
But I'll just worry about this mess when I regain conciousness
CHORUS
Gah! Hear me out, whoa!
I'll pay you back in full in a week or so!
Gah! Hear me out, whoa!
I'll pay you back in full in a week or so!
Hey, whoa!
I can't pay with my mom's MasterCard
I've got Transmedia, but you don't take that card
CHORUS
I can't pay
Dine and dash
Don't you dare blame me, blame my credit card
Pardoy of "Faint" by Linkin Park
Written by Dereku Ayanami-Yankovic (formerly Philip Moore)
I am going on a date tonight with a lady friend of mine
All of my cash gone on account of that public indecency fine
Thus I'm a little bit strapped for cash, but I'm willing to bet
That if I don't cough up the coin, my date will beat me to my death
So I borrow a credit card, eat and swipe, it's not that hard
But we can't eat like royalty, with a limit of 12.50
CHORUS
I can't pay with my mom's MasterCard
I've got Transmedia, but you don't take that card
Guess I'll have to dine and dash tonight
But don't you dare blame me, blame my credit card
I eat a dozen Buffalo wings, with onion rings on the side
Toss in a beer, and add a donut here, and then a piece of pie
She ate like it was her last meal, like a poor African
As if she survived two thirds of her life in a third-world nation
So I sit down and hold my breath as the waiter brings us the check
But I'll just worry about this mess when I regain conciousness
CHORUS
Gah! Hear me out, whoa!
I'll pay you back in full in a week or so!
Gah! Hear me out, whoa!
I'll pay you back in full in a week or so!
Hey, whoa!
I can't pay with my mom's MasterCard
I've got Transmedia, but you don't take that card
CHORUS
I can't pay
Dine and dash
Don't you dare blame me, blame my credit card