Hey there, Plain White T's
You know, we don't like your music
If I hear "Delilah" one more time,
I think I'm gonna lose it
Disappear
Take a long walk off a short pier
Get out of here

I'm being straight here
Why can't you guys get the message?
If your songs keep getting overplayed
I swear our brains will hemorrhage
Plain White Tools,
If only you had stayed in school
Things would be cool

Oh, this song should not repeat
Oh, this song I must delete
Oh, this song's a steaming heap
Oh, quite shortly we will be
Flushing your CD

Hey there, Pale White T's
You have done a great disservice
Lots of people are left wond'ring,
"What did we do to deserve this?"
There's the door
Don't wanna hear your crap no more
Not one more chord

Not just "Delilah;"
"1, 2, 3, 4" has us sickened
If I hear that stupid song again,
I'm breakin' out the strychnine
Listen, you!
You make Zamfir sound like The Who
So, get a clue

Oh, I want you dudes to leave
Oh, I wish your tunes would cease
Oh, it's torturous to me
Oh, It's so hard to believe
You got paid for these