Don't go in there, you'll become one,
A stinky creature,
A stinky party...

looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove oooooooooooooooooooooooooooof theeeeee SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

Big bad betty of the 'pocalypse
She opens her lips & it goes like this
When the golden rule & the jungle meet
There'll be nothing to love & there'll be no one to beat
Oh the things we know, the things we don't
Oh the things we think, we can, will, & won't
We're loathed to gather that nothing's left
We're all together & we're all bereft
Capitalists, communists
You did the hokey pokey & it went like this
You hate each other & you love yourselves
It might be heaven & it might be hell
Oh the things we do, the things we say
Oh the things we wish we could wash away...