Unrequited To The Nth Degree

Oh when I die and it won't be long
 Hey you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
 Yeah you're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
 Hey and if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad
 Might be a plane crash, or some sort of O.D.
 Hey there's going to be a photograph with my obituary
 You're gonna see it and you'll cry
 You're gonna wanna wear black
 Hey I'll be dead but you can bet your life,
 I'm gonna get you back
 I'm tired of being left up on your shelf
 I might not wait around, might kill myself
 Not only would you miss me, but 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
 Snicker snicker snicker snicker
 Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw
 Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk
 So you better take warning, start treating me good
 Start doing the things that I think you should
 And you better not pout and no you better not cry
 The grim reaper is a-comin' to town
 And I just might die