Swag. [8x]

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus,
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.

I said.

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.

Here's some other options.

You're a boss hog,
You're a top dog,
You're so slamming,
That I would say you've got pogs.

You're suave, swell, sick
In the sense of being ill, chill, slick.

You're hip,
You're a hit,
You're the tits,
You're it.

If I were being rude
Then I would say you're the sh—
Shimmy shimmy coco puffs,
You're so loco,
You're so dope it's nuts.
You're as raw as an open cut.

You're bold, you're golden, you're funner.
A stone cold stunner,
A real mean mugger.

You're colder than the other side of my pillow,
Or hot as the underside of a cover in a Los Angeles summer.

You're not "Dumb And Dumber",
You're smart and smarter.
You're hard and harder,
You're Peter Parker.

Right after the spider bite.
You're so dynamite.
You're the brightest light.
No, you're the hypest hype.

You're so Zen,
You're a ten,
You're a gem.
You're the Creme de la creme de la creme de la creme.

In 1860, Walt Whitman wrote "I cock my hat as I please" in his famous poem "Leaves of Grass".

In 2012 Justin Bieber said, "Swag, swag, swag, swag on you.
Chilling by the fire while we eating fondue.
I don't know about me, but I know about you.
Say 'hello' to falsetto in three, two, swag."

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus,
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.

Say it again

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus,
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.

Four, three, two, swag.

Presence, essence, pizzazz, panache,
Dashing flashy, brazen and brash,
The verve, the nerve, the truth,
The proof the cash the passion and class.

Better than ever, cool as a cucumber,
Smoother than butter, a little bit smug,
Hotter than a mug.
"Eye Of The Tiger", the heart of a lion, The look of thug.

Pick of the litter, the attitude,
The cleanup hitter, the baddest dude,
Totally sure, full of allure,
A raconteur, the poison and cure.

Gravitas, glamour.
You're dropping the hammer.
A swash-buckling debonair,
An A-lister with X Factor.
A capital G with the best hair.

Dragon slayer, the franchise player,
The king, the president, governor, mayor.
You're rare, the opposite of square and pompous.
You're shaped with flair like a rhombus.

Confident, jaunty, awesomely saucy.
You got more props than Gandhi.
You got it on lock, rocks and moxie,
You're rocking some brand new socksies.

From city to city the grittiest kid,
And he could be a little bit cocky,
But saying "swag" is obnoxious.
And if you're looking to capture the confident way that I'm walking and talking there's options:
Just say "He's got Watsky."

Good, you really don't have to.

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus,
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.

Say it again

I thought "swag" was dead way before this,
I thought "swag" had been buried in the forest,
But then Bieber said "swag" in a chorus,
And I went and bought a big fat thesaurus.