Barnaby

A Million Gruesome Ways To Die from Billie Bust Up
Ah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Now, where do you think you're going?
The party is this way
And trust me, it's to die for!
Hoo-hoo-hoo, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

I know we'll be the best of friends
So there's no need to run
The sooner you'll get dead, the sooner you can join the fun
No need to fear, for I am here
Your mortal form will disappear
Now, should we use this rusty knife
Or acid water gun?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

There's a million gruesome ways to die
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, why resist when the party's just begun?
(You'll be having so much fun)
There's a million gruesome ways to die
(Why stay alive?)
And I'm sure your death will be second to none
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!

Dynamite is quick, but it makes a lot of mess
And flattened by a cow is just embarrassing at best
But baked into a yummy cake
Or dropped into a pit of snakes
Though drowning in a lobster tank might hurt a little less

There's a million gruesome ways to die
How 'bout impaled upon a spike? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, why resist when the party's just begun?
Maybe something on a bike
There's a million gruesome ways to die
We could bury you alive
We're sure your death will be second to none

We could put you in a cage with a hungry alligator
Drop you in a volcano with an active crater
What about ten thousand volts of electricity?
Or try a death by Shakespeare in a tragicomedy

Trampled by an elephant or turned to goat meat stew
Or try to fight a dragon armed with nothing but a shoe
We could do a mummy's curse
We'll put you in a fancy hearse
Or turned into a stuffie, now that's something we can do

There's a million gruesome ways to die
I thought I'd try the guillotine
Oh, why resist when the party's just begun?
I danced so hard I broke my spleen
There's a million gruesome ways to die
There must be something we can try
We're sure your death will be second to none!

Maybe you can choke upon a grape (To die)
Put you in a blender and frappe! (To die)
Maybe we can find an angry mob (And die)
Tie you on a stake and cook you up like a kabob! (Die, to die)
Smothered by a pillow in your bed (To die)
A gluten overdose from too much bread (To die!)
Then you can join the party 'cause you're dead!

I'm sure your death will be second to
Mr. Reaper's beckoning you
Sure your death will be second to none!
Hoo-hoo-hoo, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!