[Verse 1: Rhett and Link]
Paper or plastic
Presents itself as a decision with an obvious answer
You pick paper 'cause the plastic will end up in the ocean
Giving a whale cancer
But did you know that
The paper in this bag is made from the prickly peckerwood tree
Which happens to be the residency of the dwarf-winged beaver bee
And when the dwarf-winged beaver bees no longer have
Homes in which to go, then I think you should know
That they've been known to reconstruct their hivеs
Right inside of those same whalе's blowholes
So you can weigh
All these factors before you choose to decide
But either way
Know this

[Chorus: Rivers Cuomo, el zebro, Laura Les]
I need some el zebro
It's just what I need
I need some el zebro
We'll be riding our ten-speeds
I need some el zebro
Even if we blow up
We're never gonna grow up
This is where it's at
It's the only one I know, it's the only one I answer

[Verse 2: Laura Les, Dylan Brady]
Something's gotta work this time
It's my way of trying to let you know
I've got a little thing for you
I've got a little crush or somethin'
Maybe I'm just drunk as fuck
I customize my ringtone
But it's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It's always you
It was always you
Put it on vibrate when I'm with you (With you)
Talkin' to myself again (Again)
Falling on broken glass
29 missed calls, never leave the basement
I don't wanna tell you what I'm really thinking (What I'm thinking)
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
Thinking, what I'm really thinking
Thinking, what I'm really thinking

[Chorus: Rivers Cuomo, el zebro, Rhett and Link]
I need some el zebro (A whale is gonna die)
It's just what I need
I need some el zebro (A whale is gonna die)
We'll be riding our ten-speeds
I need some el zebro (A whale is gonna die)
Even if we blow up
We're never gonna grow up
This is where it's at
A whale is gonna die

[Bridge: Marina Diamandis, Laura Les]
Flowers in my hair, I belong by the sea
Where we used to be, sittin' by the orange trees
Summer in the air, bodies in the heat
Just you and me, sittin' by the orange trees (My boy's got his own ringtone)
It's the only one I know, it's the only one I know
My boy's got his own ringtone

[Outro: Pat Monahan]
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you's the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of, you see