[Verse 1]
We were writing this album
Manager called and said, "We need a hit"
He said, "Your music's not current enough for the kids,"
"So write a death metal song"
We said, "Heck yeah, you got it"

So I got out my beach ball
And my Hawaiian shirt with little coconuts on the sleeves
Wrote this brutal jam while the tall palm trees
Began to sway gently in the island breeze

[Chorus]
Death metal, the metal of death
Better drink that margarita before your last breath
The taste of Satan from our rock armada
Umbrella of evil in your piña colada

Death mеtal, put on your leis
Take in waves as your rotting, mortal soul dеcays
Lay back in the sand and drift slowly away
And renounce your god's existence at the seafood buffet (hey)

[Verse 2]
Our manager called us back and said
[MANAGER: Spoken]
Hey, guys, it's your manager friend
This definitely isn't death metal; it sounds more like Jimmy Buffett

[Verse 2]
We laughed at the way he's always joking around
And then we tuned our ukuleles to get that dark sound

We were in the metal festival that night
To play with some bands
It was such a great list
Like "Demigod Slut" and "Chasm of Filth"
And "Maggot Desecration" and "Graves of Piss"

[Bridge]
Steel drum solo

Defile me with that sax

Easy on those coconut shrimp, Jerry

[Chorus]
Death metal, the metal of death
Tanning lotion on corpse paint needs a high SPF
Playing Frisbee all day; you'll be running like a cheetah
Sacrificing goats with a sweet señorita
Death metal, choke on our scum
Thanks for joining us today for all our tropical fun
I have to say this vile concert went well
Now suck this music tribute to our dark lord in hell

[?]

[DANNY: Spoken]
What the heck was that?