Your shindig's kinda boring Shall I strike the punch with cianede I gotta warn you You'll need a coroner tonight
If you see me, better flee me If you hear me, better fear me I'll help you from the fryer Into the fire
[Chorus:] Na, na na na na Calling Mr Killjoy I'm the death of every party Na, na na na na Calling Mr Killjoy And I don't care if you don't like me, NO!
Though I'm here to fix your troubles Brute force applied with some finess Oh, when people are the problem My hatchet always works the best (Oh yes it will)
If you see me, better flee me If you hear me, better fear me I'll help you from the fryer Into the fire
[Chorus]
I made you suffer and it doesn't feel right I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light How rude of me A quick beheading will end your fright