[Diva]
Oh, hey Molly what's up?

[Molly]
Hey Diva hey Ritchie, have you guys seen that letter from my uncle?

[Both Diva and Ritchie]
WOAH! *guitar riff*

[Diva and Ritchie]
That's the word of the day!
Yo Diva? You know what we gotta do now?
Oh I know Ritchie, I know


Oh ho ho, oh ho ho
No teachers after school
Oh ho ho, oh ho ho
You're so dead after school
Oh, no, no
Why don't you burn? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)
Beg? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)

Why don't you say it?
Uncle
Why don't you say it?
Uncle
You better say it!
Uncle
Uncle
Why don't you say it you baby?
Run home to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll get you again tomorrow

Oh ho ho, oh ho ho
No teachers after school
Oh ho ho, oh ho ho
You're so dead after school
Oh, no, no
Why don't you burn? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)
Beg? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)

Why don't you say it?
Uncle
Why don't you say it?
Uncle
You better say it!
Uncle
Uncle

Why don't you say it you baby?
Run homе to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll get you again tomorrow
[?] down to thе road of painted gold
Everyone but you
Gets, down with the minutes[?], hey, hey, hey
You really need to decide what you're going to do for you
With your life or hell
You, can never get over, baby!

Why don't you burn? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)
Beg? (Fatso!)
Run? (Fatso!)

Why don't you say it?
Uncle
Why don't you say it?
Uncle
You better say it!
Uncle
Uncle

Why don't you say it you baby?
Run home to mother
Nobody likes you
I'll get you again tomorrow

[Molly]
Oh... that's, that's cool and all guys but that doesn't really answer my-