Miley, she will pay;
She has played on Radio Disney all day.
Miley, she’s an ass;
She sounds like someone who just passed some gas.
New shoes, lots of booze, five star hotels:
Save me from all this music hell.

Miley, begone!
You do great wrong when you sing each of your songs.
Miley, you are scum;
Every prepubescent chick soon will want some.
I tried to listen to the Floyd, but you went so bananas;
I will boycott Hannah Montana.

(Instrumental solo—first sax, then electric guitar)

Miley, go to jail;
I say truly that, far from win, you now have failed.
Miley, tell the ‘hood
That your show’s soon off the air for good.
And if you ask for new life, prepare for strife
‘Cos you won’t have any food.

(Spoken)
The king: Link, my boy, the cancellation of Hannah Montana was what all true warriors strove for! I wonder what’s for dinner…
Robotnik: Snooping as usual, I see, Miley?
Miley: Snooping? This is madness!
Leonidas: Madness? THIS IS SPARTA!
(Miley falls to her death)
Luigi: I hope you made lotsa spaghetti because we’re going to make meatballs out of Miley’s flesh!