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
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