[Verse 1: Kira]
You're hanging at the beach with your friends in tow
For some sun, some sand, some surf
You know
Then who should appear from around the way
Than that clueless guy ruins the day
[Chorus 1: Kira]
He's the worst guy at the beach
(He is the worst guy)
The worst guy at the beach
(The worst, the worst guy)
The worst
[Verse 2: Kira]
When you find the best spot and there's no one else around
Then he sets up his chair
Puts his 'brella in the ground
Too close to you, all up in your face
He's got a lot to learn about personal space
Everybody's chillin', but he don't care
Shakin' his towel, getting sand everywhere
There he goes, spraying out his suntan lotion
(Ew)
Without a sorry or a 'scuse-me motion
(Really?)
He's the guy who doesn't have a clue or a hunch
He'll be texting things and walk right through your lunch
You wrecked my sandwich, my chips, and caused a hassle
Then you stepped on Jenny and destroyed her sandcastle
He plays sports but lacks coordination
Everything he throws ends in a random location
Volleyballs, beach balls, and flying discs
You'll wish you had a helmet 'cause we're all at risk
You're hanging at the beach with your friends in tow
For some sun, some sand, some surf
You know
Then who should appear from around the way
Than that clueless guy ruins the day
[Chorus 1: Kira]
He's the worst guy at the beach
(He is the worst guy)
The worst guy at the beach
(The worst, the worst guy)
The worst
[Verse 2: Kira]
When you find the best spot and there's no one else around
Then he sets up his chair
Puts his 'brella in the ground
Too close to you, all up in your face
He's got a lot to learn about personal space
Everybody's chillin', but he don't care
Shakin' his towel, getting sand everywhere
There he goes, spraying out his suntan lotion
(Ew)
Without a sorry or a 'scuse-me motion
(Really?)
He's the guy who doesn't have a clue or a hunch
He'll be texting things and walk right through your lunch
You wrecked my sandwich, my chips, and caused a hassle
Then you stepped on Jenny and destroyed her sandcastle
He plays sports but lacks coordination
Everything he throws ends in a random location
Volleyballs, beach balls, and flying discs
You'll wish you had a helmet 'cause we're all at risk
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