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 help you from the fryer into the fire 

Nananananah - Calling Mr. Killjoy 
I'm the death of every party 
Nananananah - Calling Mr. Killjoy 
And I don't care if you don't like me 
NO!

I'm here to fix your troubles 
 [bad word] 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 
 [bad word] of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright