Yeah, the Fab Five just lost a layer.
Check the fit, check the vibe, but check the exit door.
Karamo’s got the wisdom but he’s ghosting the couch,
Left the press junket with a pout and a “ouch.”
He was hired for the heart, now he’s playing the part
Of a vanishing act, yeah, he’s off of the chart.
Whatever it is, the temperature’s hot.
Eye on the exit, eye on the door,
Queer Eye’s got a hole in the floor.
Karamo, Karamo, where’d you go?
Left us mid-sentence, stealing the show.
Yeah, he’s gone, gone, gone,
Before the break of dawn.
The culture expert… just cultured himself out.
I guess some things just can't be fixed in forty-five minutes.
Next time, bring a therapist for the therapist.
