You've gotta love the haters, who criticize your art
Do everything they tell you, because they're really smart

Hey, Paige, touch up your lips
Thank you for the makeup tips
Yo, Frankie, you look weak
Check out my brand new physique

You've gotta love the haters, and all their helpful words
They'll make you super gorgeous, so you don't look absurd

Boo, Frankie, you can't sing
I'll auto tune everything
There's no action, I'm so bored
Here's a robot overlord

You've gotta love the haters, they tell you when you stink
They give you all the answers, so you don't have to think

Pop is awful, how 'bout some good ol' country tunes?
Now we've got a fiddle player and this guy with spoons
Country music? I say heck no!
How about some awesome techno?

So what do you think? Have we gotten greater?
This guy says: Girls stink!
We're dudes now

You've gotta love the haters (gotta love the haters)
You've gotta love the haters
You've gotta love the haters
You've gotta love the haters
You've gotta love the haters