Donnie never listened, to anything he heard And Donnie never learned to spell, a single fucking word But Donnie's got a pile of cash Given from his Nazi father's stash So Donnie doesn't give a f*ck about who he hurts Donnie likes mail-order brides, and Russian piss Donnie likes grabbing pussy, and a rapey kiss But Donnie's down for treason, too He'll burn it all just to say 'f*ck you' 'Cause Donnie doesn't give a f*ck about any of this Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie You're out of your element Come on, Donnie, you can do it Eat a hundred Big Macs, snort a thousand Adderall Drown yourself in Diet Coke, Eat ketchup steaks until you choke Yeah, it really would be better for us all For us all Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie You're out of your element Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie Shut the f*ck up, Donnie You're out of your element You're out of your element You're out of your element You're out of your element You're out of your element