Mr Killjoy

Your  shindig's  kinda  boring

Shall  I  spike  the  punch  with  cyanide?

I  gotta  warn  you  -  You'll  need  a  coroner  tonite

If  you  see  me,  better  flee  me

If  you  hear  me,  better  fear  me

I  help  you  from  the  fryer  into  the  fire

Nananananah  -  Calling  Mr.  Killjoy

I'm  the  death  of  every  party

Nananananah  -  Calling  Mr.  Killjoy

And  I  don't  care  if  you  don't  like  me

I'm  here  to  fix  your  troubles

Rude  force  applied  with  some  finess

When  people  are  the  problem

My  hatchet  always  works  the  best  (Oh,  yes  it  will)

I  made  you  suffer  and  that  doesn't  feel  right

I  thought  my  knife  would  snuff  you  out  like  a  light

How  rude  of  me,  a  quick  be-heading  will  end  your  fright