[Verse 1]
Baby I'm the wrong kind of weird
Pockets all empty, not society clear
You're better off now than you were last year
Writing songs you wouldn't want your momma to hear

Baby I'm a sick kind of strange
Bad sense of humor and a little deranged
More than a little and a little is a lot
Stole the cookie from the jar but I wish I got caught, ay

[Chorus]
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell

[Verse 2]
Baby I'm the best kind of wrong
Look at all the backpackers singing along
I got a new sound so I needed new fans
Stole the money from the backseat and got a new van
[Chorus]
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell

[Bridge]
Was it him? Was it her?
Was it you? Was it ze?
Who spilled the sugar all over me?
Now was it Bob? Was it Borey?
Was it Beth? Was it Ben?
Who spilled the sugar?
Turn yourselves in

Who spilled the sugar?
Why did you spill the sugar?

Who spilled the sugar?!
Why?!
Who spilled the sugar?!
It's you!
Who spilled the sugar?!
Me?
[Chorus]
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar?
Who spilled the sugar, the sugar?
We got our bags back and we're going to hell
We got our bags back and we're going to hell

[Outro]
We got our bags back (Oh Jesus)
And we're going to hell
One! Two!
George Bush!