You say there’s too many Chinese restaurants,
On your street.
You’re telling me there’s too many
Breeders’ children getting under your feet.
There’s too many cars,
And there’s just too many bikes.
And you’re saying:
There’s too many fagots, 
And there’s too many dikes.

Well you know what?
I hate you, and your stupid ringtone.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
You know you give me a pain in the ass.

You think Franz Ferdinand
Was the king of Austro-Hungaria, huh.
I think you got your Radiohead
Jammed up your Radio posterior
You tell me when Cold Play plays
You get kinda mellow,
But you know what baby,
You don’t know what that song is all about,
Yellow.

I hate you, and your ridiculous hair do.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
You know you shit me to hell and back.

You think you’re like some style guru,
That they show on TV, well here’s a news flash, honey:
You haven’t got the slightest clue,
Just between you and me, oh yeah
You give me the hay-fever
With your eau de cologne,
And you even make me feel nauseous
Over the phone.

I hate you, and your moronic t-shirt

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
You know you give me such a pain in the ass.
Why don’t you take a flying fuck at a rolling donut.
You know you shit me to hell and back.
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
When I say I’m sorry,
I mean I’m sorry you were ever born, babay
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
I think your family fell out of a tree yeah.
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
I’m sorry, that’s not a horse, that’s your wife, baby…
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,
I’d come to your funeral, but I’m just not a mourning person, Unless your sister’s gonna be there.

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