Yo, listen up, heres a story
About a little song who lived in a mean world
And to the left and the right
And everythin around is just lame like him
Inside and outside

He was written by a man, with no capability
And he couldn't rhyme
So he just made up things, that were bad
And everybody around
Was dumb, enough, to listen

Im dumb and random syllables rhyme Like da ba de da ba die
And I think it is time for this song to be crime da ba de da ba die
It is making me cry da ba de da ba die

I am a dumb song with a dumb chorus
Dumb is the way, my words rhyme
Da's and dee's suck, and the die's do too
And did you know that, cows like to say moo
Now im getting on my writers nerves
Its sad when you even, piss off dumb nerds
All this anger's getting to my head
Im so depressed I wish I was dead

Im dumb and random syllables rhyme Like da ba de da ba die
And I think it is time for this song to be crime da ba de da ba die
It is making me cry da ba de da ba die

I hate myself, I guess I am gothic
I don't wear black
But everything is depressing for me, and my self
I piss off everybody around
But they are still dumb, enough, to listen

Im dumb and random syllables rhyme Like da ba de da ba die
And I think it is time for this song to be crime da ba de da ba die
It is making me cry da ba de da ba die