I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil Take some notes Cos I'm about to drop knowledge
Pierce I don't need you in my band I don't need your heart or your hand Oh I don't need you in my life All you do is cause me such strife I am my own person I am my own person
And Pierce you're a B
(yeah you heard me say it)
(yes sir)
Pierce you're a B
This a song for Pierce, cause him so old His body made of wrinkles and folds Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart Come Selecta bring him down, when him on a stage him dressed like a clown The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne, That's why we divorced him straight from the band (yes)
Pierce I just want you to know I'll meet your tricks and you're not my bro You can lie, just wait and see The things you did, they just set me free