"My Favorite Tings (Bambino Boys)" lyrics

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.