I ended the book that I'm writing The part about you, I'm tearing it out A simple goodnight, stop fighting There's nothing left to fucking fight about I'm leaving you here, my little darling To search for a better and easy way out Through all of the pain that I've been causing There's nothing left to scream aloud
Chorus: But it goes ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de Ah-ba-da-da-da Ra-ba-ba-ba Ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de Ah-ba-da-da, yeah
Recorded Italian radio I changed up the words to make you happy, though And in front of the midnight music show I beat the shit out of the boy that made you happy Ro-bo-bo-bo-bay I've noticed the things that you want me to be They outweigh the ones that make me happy So pull out your hands and meet my fine new lady She's rock-and-roll, and she saved me