Love the Haters

You've gotta love the haters, who criticize your art

Do everything they tell you, because they're really smart

Hey, Paige, touch up your lips

Thank you for the makeup tips

Yo, Frankie, you look weak

Check out my brand new physique

You've gotta love the haters, and all their helpful words

They'll make you super gorgeous, so you don't look absurd

Boo, Frankie, you can't sing

I'll auto tune everything

There's no action, I'm so bored

Here's a robot overlord

You've gotta love the haters, they tell you when you stink

They give you all the answers, so you don't have to think

Pop is awful, how 'bout some good old country tunes?

Now we've got a fiddle player and this guy with spoons

Country music? I say heck no!

How about some awesome techno?

So what do you think? Have we gotten greater?

This guy says: Girls stink!

We're dudes now

You've gotta love the haters (gotta love the haters)

You've gotta love the haters

You've gotta love the haters

You've gotta love the haters

You've gotta love the haters