[Verse 1: Dan Cody Marston]
Uhn, I pull up in Brooks and you pull up in Polo (I play dat)
I stand with Israelis like Governo Cuomo
Shout out my gay friends I call 'em my bromos
Out in Nantucket like Plata O Plomo (silver or lead out in Nantucket)
Just took a nap like I'm Hugo or Theo (Iago, Primatt)
I come from the grotto, she comes from the grio
They take my awards and they give 'em to people
When I finally get one I'll party like Leo
I wish I knew what these gangsters were thinking
You may rob the plug, but you can't kill the kingpin (you thinkin', you thinkin')
GOP golden boy look up my LinkedIn
Waterfront boy, don't you ever stop drinkin'
Million dollar Danny, chillin' in Hyanny
She wears cheap perfume, like my Asian nanny
Got a text from Rory, said he needs a caddy
Told me she was Persian, I know she's Iraqi
Westminster Abbey, service subpar, digs were not too shabby
Harry told me if I ever meet his Nan make sure to pleat my khakis
[Chorus 1: Dan Cody Marston & Bill Reber]
'Cuz I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
(Bill Reber: Poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin)
I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin'
(Bill Reber: I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin')
Poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', can't kill the kingpin
(Bill Reber: Poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin' I'm)
I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm death before dishonor
[Verse 2: Dan Cody Marston]
Took you to my hometown (Vineyard)
You said it's too high brow (just too posh for you)
Told me you feel out of place (sorry I don't know what to do)
Pictures where I hide my face
Back on my Hyannis Port shit (cape)
Sorry that I'm so important (imported, imported)
Condor in the Rolls rented (Conor Kennedy)
New trust and I won't spend it
Look, we grew up better
Had anchors on blankets and boats on my sweaters, uhn
Ran away, slept in a yacht at the harbor on couches of leather
Caviar tops my bruschetta, I piss off every bank teller
They look up all my credentials
And they're like where did he get it?
I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it, I get it, I get it
Get it, I get it, I swear that I get it, I get it, I get it
James McCune Smith did it
I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it, I, aye, oh
[Chorus 2: Dan Cody Marston & Bill Reber]
And I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
(Bill Reber: Poppin', I'm poppin') 'Cuz I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin'
I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin'
Poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
(Bill Reber: Poppin', I'm poppin') Poppin', I'm poppin'
I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin', I'm yachtin'
[Interlude]
Yo, Joshy
You know how like, sometimes you read birthday wishes that are like, nice and generic, but their only purpose is to prove that, like, your friend didn't want to be an asshole, so they had to say happy birthday bro smiley face? This is nothing like that whatsoever, man. You really, you brought
Me to, like, to tears. I-I think the exact same way. I feel like, honestly, I-I hope to remain friends with you for the rest of my life, and, and like, you really, you really touched me. You, you, uh, there's an expression in Hebrew, ____: you burnt my heart. It's not as romantic as it sounds, but it means that, uh, you really touched me. Regardless, man, miss you, bro. We have to stay better in touch, I'm sorry for being a shitty friend. Much love
See you in the Holy Land sometime hopefully, if you're willing to get the stamp, and, uh, yeah, just be more in touch, man, love you
