Sung to "Eight Days a Week" by the Beetles:
(Inspired by memories of ages past when Novices could leave TV and were constantly being stabbed to death.)
Ooh, I need your scalp, babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you'll eat my knife, babe
And don't you say F-U
See me, flee me
Miss me, die to me
I ain't got nothing but time, babe
Eight days a week
Stalk you every day, girl
Always on my mind
One thing I can say, girl
I'll find you all the time
See me, flee me
Miss me, die to me
I ain't got nothing but time, girl
Eight days a week
Eight days a week
I'll find and kill you
Eight days a week
I'll brick until I stab you fair
Ooh, I need your scalp, babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you'll eat my knife, babe
And don't you say F-U
See me, flee me
Miss me, die to me
I ain't got nothing but time, babe
Eight days a week