Pacific Northwest grown Just like this other guy that I know Two blue-eyed, curly-haired, soul-singin’ White boys with somethin’ to say And ahh yes, very cool bro Combin’ through my home town Pilferin’ the baddest cats around Recruitin’ all my homies to your Upside-down, kumbaya clown pound Oooohh, I heard that Bieber thinks you’re super cool Pardon my state of insecurity It’s a guise for what I truly feel You deserve a gown and a crown But there can only be one There can only be one Or is one just one too One just one too much There can only be one Or is one just one too One just one too much If you know Then you gonna already know About the real one Gotta a pistol for a left hand Make it bounce like a rubber band Voice sweeter than a baby’s smile Even Bieber wouldn’t change the dial Complete appreciation, hey son If there is only room for one Write it down in Law-Son There can only be one Or is one just one too One just one too much There can only be one Or is one just one too One just one too much
