What happens when that sad little clown car of haters, the Westboro Baptist Church, goes to picket Ke$ha? Why, she sends out her back-up dancers to shake their money makers in their ridiculous faces, that's what.
The WBC appeared in Lincoln, Nebraska this past weekend to protest the musician's concert and Ke$ha responded by hilariously providing three hot dancers to twerk them as they spouted their hateful parody of her hit song, We R Who We R. The rag-tag little group of protesters looked like complete idiots while the hunky dudes danced in mockery in front of them.
Well-played Ke$ha, well-played.
Please enjoy Ke$ha's song.
"We R Who We R"
Hot and dangerous
If you’re one of us, then roll with us
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
And we've got our hot-pants on and up
And yes of course we does, we running this town just like a club
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexyfied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up)
DJ turn it up (up up up up up up uuuup)
[Chorus:]
Tonight we’re going har har-har ha-ha-hard
Just like the world is our our-our our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apart part-part pa-pa-part
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
We’re dancing like we’re dum dum-dum dum-dum-dumb
Our bodies go num num-num num-num-numb
We’ll be forever youn youn-youn youn-youn-young
You know we’re superstars, we are who we are!
Here is a
link to Westboro's sad little parody video. Some of the lyrics are transcribed below. It's about what you would expect.
You think you're superstars
GOD HATES WHO U R
Dear Lord, burn it up!
It's about that time to finish up.
We're so sick of their filthiness.
They makin' it all lascivious.
We're just talkin' truth.
We're tellin' you bout the sins you do.
You're selling your souls, warring on God,
He's slapping you down, smacking you dudes. HARD!
Stops your ears and blinds your eyes,
God takes all your faceless pride,
Looking sick and terrified
You reap what you sow oh oh
DUMB HO!
Your hearts are turning hard, hard hard hard hard hard
God meant this world as ours ours ours ours ours
He'll tear it all apart
You think you're superstars
GOD HATES WHO U R!
Oh, Westboro Baptist, you silly.