I wanna hit you with a two by four
I wanna throw you off the thirteenth floor
Before you think up one more alibi
I hate you and I’ll tell you why

You said you were my friend oh
Why do you keep making all this innuendo
Well it drives me around the bend oh
Why do you keep making all this innuendo

You always start in with your
“Who struck John?”
Nobody ever knows what side you’re on
You signify ‘bout every he and she
When I’m not there you’re talking about me
You said you were my friend

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I’ll be around
when your ship goes down
I’d be so callous to it all
When your palace falls

I wanna run you through the Cuisineart
I hope tomorrow that your heart don’t start
You perpetrated your very last crime
I’ve got you dead to rights this time

Chorus