WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELIN’ LIKE GLEE’S BRITTANY

GRAB MY DUCK, I’M OUT THE DOOR, I’M GONNA HIT MCKINLEY

BEFORE I LEAVE, LOCK MY DIARY IN A HAT

BECAUSE I DON’T WANT IT TO BE STOLEN によって MY PSYCHIC CAT

I’M TALKING CHEERING FOR THE CHEERIOS, OHS

NEVER WEARING ANY OTHER CLOTHES, CLOTHES

SUE BLOWIN’ UP A MEGAPHONE, PHONE

JAZZ-SQUARING, 歌う UP IN GLEE

NOTES AND CHOREOGRAPHY

TRYIN’ FOR A BIG-ASS TROOOO-PHYYY

DON’T STOP, POP AND LOCK,

SCHUESTER SHUT THE FUCK UP

THIS WEEK, GONNA SPEAK

MAYBE MAKE SOME SENSE, WE’LL SEE

SANTANA, WANNA BANG HER

BUT CAN’T EVEN キッス HER CHEEK, NO,

WHOA-OH OH-OH

WHOA-OH OH-OH