It's a love song, baby, come on (whoa-whoa) Even when our love is gone 'Til the end you'll be the one (whoa-whoa) And when you sing my song, it's done So Chad, you fill me up inside Oh, Chad, I love the way you drive Had a dream before We were born I grabbed you by the throat And this is what I saw A dramatic-eyed Snowden With a creepy, crooked smile Why? Got my Chad Wanted it so bad In the bag (woo!) Finally I'm not a slag Now that I have got my Chad Got my Chad Wanted it so bad In the bag Finally I'm not a slag Now that I have got my Chad Chad, you know I'm rad You got me so bad Chad, you're like a crab No longer I'm sad Crag, slag Chad, stag Gag, gag Lag, Chad Goat, throat It's Chad Chad, Chad, Chad, Chad