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Oh when I die and it won't be long
 Oh you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
 You're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
 And if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad
 Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
 Might be a photograph in my obituary
 You might see it and you'll cry a lot
 Might want to wear black
 Oh, I'd be dead but you can bet your life, I'm gonna get you back
 I'm tired of being stuck up on your shelf
 Might not wait around, Might kill myself
 Not only would you miss me, you'd feel guilty to
 Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late the joke would be on you
 Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
 Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
 Snigger snigger snigger snigger
 Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw
 Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk
 So you better take a warning and start treating me good
 Start doing the things that I think you should
 You better not pout and you better not cry
 The grim reaper ids coming to town & I just might die