Lyrics
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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 - Call me Mr. Killjoy
I'm the death of every party
Nananananah - Call me Mr. Killjoy
And I don't care if you don't like me NO!
I'm here to fix your troubles
Rude force applied with some finesse
When people are the problem
