I ended the book that I'm writing
The part about you, I'm tearing it out
simple goodnight, stop fighting
There's nothing left to [bad word] fight about
I'm leaving you here, my little darling
To search for a better and easy way out
Through all of the pain that I've been causing
There's nothing left to scream aloud

 [bad word] 
But it goes ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da-da
Ra-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da, yeah

Recorded Italian radio
I changed up the words to make you happy, though
And in front of the midnight music show
I beat the [bad word] out of the boy that made you happy
Ro-bo-bo-bo-bay
I've noticed the things that you want me to be
They outweigh the ones that make me happy
So pull out your hands and meet my fine new lady
She's rock-and-roll, and she saved me

 [bad word] 
It goes ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da-da
Ra-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba by-ah-ba-dum-ba
Ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de, ah-ba-day-de
Ah-ba-da-da, yeah