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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 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 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 My hatchet always works the best (Oh, yes it will) 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