Morrissey:
I've never recorded this song
Murf:
You gonna be famous, James
You gonna be famous with Dahcy
It's gonna be you's, me's, and Dahcy Boike's
Oh, if I ever meet her I hope we're friends
So I can take her on tour and buy her a cake
I'M SORRY, HERE'S A CAKE
That's all I can do
We're gonna give her a blunt and a cake
You got a blunt and a cake and you can't be sad
I'll just give her some coke
I've never seen anyone frown on coke
Tony the Walrus:
Guys, can I get a social Dahcy Boike on 3?
3...2...1...
All:
DAHCY BOIKE
Tony the Walrus:
Thank you. Thank you.
I greatly appreciate that
Morrissey:
Alright, here we go!
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck
I hate the way you look
(You make me sick)
I hate the way you talk
(I wanna punch you in the face)
I can't stand you at all
(You drive me insane)
Why won't you go away?
I wrote this song about you
I wrote this song about you
Just to let you know that I hate your guts
And I think you suck