A new version (sing to tune of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air)
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the boyfriend of a boy called Brandon-air.
In west Seattle-delphia born and raised
On the couch where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, laying, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some homophobes after school
When a couple of bashers that were up to good
Started making trouble in my gay-bourhood
I got my lights knocked out and my mom got scared
And said, "You're moving into a house of the boy called Brandon-air".
I whistled for a hunk and when it came near the
Butt said fresh and had a cutie in the mirror
If anything I could say that his trunk was rare
But I thought no forget it, yo home to Brandon-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the hunk, "Yo, home ride you later!"
Looked at my boyfriend I was finally there
To sit on his throne as the prince of Brandon-air
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the boyfriend of a boy called Brandon-air.
In west Seattle-delphia born and raised
On the couch where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, laying, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some homophobes after school
When a couple of bashers that were up to good
Started making trouble in my gay-bourhood
I got my lights knocked out and my mom got scared
And said, "You're moving into a house of the boy called Brandon-air".
I whistled for a hunk and when it came near the
Butt said fresh and had a cutie in the mirror
If anything I could say that his trunk was rare
But I thought no forget it, yo home to Brandon-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the hunk, "Yo, home ride you later!"
Looked at my boyfriend I was finally there
To sit on his throne as the prince of Brandon-air