It’s my money, gonna spend it on gum
It’s my career, I can do with shark chum
It’s my jaw, I can fire it shut
I can read Goosebumps, there my favorite books!
I got some dirty dishes everywhere
Hands in pants ’cause I’m itchy there!
I just came to shave my mother
Ain’t ever gonna marry Thor’s brother!
Now, trying to be a poor man’s Gaga
Or an albino Rihanna!
Now I’m dating a French guy
Made out of French fries!
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum!
I look just like Tweety
If he was funny!
Gonna give my poor daddy
An achey breaky heart attack!
(MILEY’S DAD: Sweet nibblets!)
This is my butt!
This is my cooch!
And I won’t stop, chewing my gum!
Trying really hard to be a G
It’s my middle finger to Disney!
Freaky hand chop!
This is my musical grant for help
Can’t buy a clue with all this wealth!
It’s my booty, gonna put it on stuff
It’s my booty, I can drag it on a rug!
It’s my booty, I can put it on Doug
I can put it on a pug
Or all of the above!
I can try to be classy, but what for?
I wanna get my face on Mount Slugmore!
Remember only God can judge us
Unless you bust it, than judge can judge, uh-uh!
Trying to be sexy, but it’s just sad!
Is this an American aparallel?
I’m not anorexic, just replace breakfast
Now Miley is asleep
Nobody make a bleep!
Now, get up off your feet
I’m gonna show you a cool dance!
Now, everybody clap!
Take two steps back!
I just let on
To her hit song!
My wife gave birth to a cash machine!
Sometimes she’ll let me be in her movies!
Get out Daddy, or else I’m gonna pound you!
Don’t you sass me! I can still ground you!
For getting that dumb Sharon Stone hair-do
And I heard you were dating a French dude!
Where is he?
I’ll kill, you people!
He’s my boyfriend!
I love him!
French fry guy!
I hate you!