Mr. Killjoy

Your shindig’s kinda boring
Shall I spike the punch with cyanide?
Well I gotta warn you
You’ll need a coroner tonight
If you see me, better flee me
If you hear me, better fear me
I’ll help you from the fryer into the fire
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
I’m the death of every party
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no!
I’m here to fix your troubles
Brute force applied with some finesse
When people are the problem
My hatchet always works the best (Oh, yes it will)
If you see me, better flee me
If you hear me, better fear me
I’ll help you from the fryer into the fire
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
I’m the death of every party
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no
I made you suffer and that doesn’t feel right
I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light
How rude of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
I’m the death of every party
Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy
And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no, no!