Even the Gays Avoid Him

A camp disco-pop roast that turns Douglas into a full-room evacuation event. Funky slap bass, brass stabs, and stacked gang hooks keep the joke strutting instead of mean.

Put it on when you want a ridiculous club-story singalong, a group-chat anthem, or background chaos for a night that has already gone off the rails. The chorus does the heavy lifting:

Verses pile on concrete disasters — sequin warnings, monologues nobody asked for, a pride float that gets pulled over — then the hook clears the dance floor again.