(cue a driving country kinda tune on a bass guitar)
This is a story about a girl I’m friends with
When I see her enemies I get offensive
I’ll beat em up like a pirate and make ’em wear training bras
I knowest her since before forever
And knowin’ her has been an adventure
Like drivin a 18 wheeler into concrete walls
She don’t drive a semi or wear overalls
And she doesn’t have a thing for mutated seagulls
But she’s Beckywecky and I guess that’s all
She ever needs to be for me
(cue a little yippy yee haw thing, and a washboard solo)
Now knowing her has been quite the thrill
Every time she dumps a guy she expects me to kill
But sometimes that just feeds an urge I get
She’s like a little sister, and the very best kind
She thinks I’m the best and I just don’t mind
But the general public hasn’t accepted insest just yet
She don’t drive a tractor or shoot fireballs
And her pokemon, she just didn’t catch em all
But she’s Beckywecky and I know that’s all
She ever needs to be for me
But she’s Beckywecky and I know that’s all
She ever needs to be for me
I love you Beckywecky, yeehaw!