I’m gonna study every night, do pushups every day
I’m gonna take my status to the next level
I’m gonna have more friends than I could count in a week
I’m gonna tell them all that you’re the devil
I’m gonna have a to-do list longer than my arm
I’m gonna check off every single item
I’m gonna throw the party of the century
find all your new friends and invite them all
except you, except you, except you, except you

I’m gonna stay up all night, hunched over my guitar
playing pentatonic scales until my fingers bleed
I’m gonna get so good, I’ll be a hot commodity
every record label this side of the Mississippi needs
I’m gonna play my songs in stadiums
reducing nice young ladies into hopeless sluts
and I’m gonna win a Grammy
with a song saying how much I hate your guts

you suck, you suck
Dyson should start taking notes
famine and war would be no more
if society’d entirely forgo you
I’m gonna work, work, work my ass off
rig up my rocket and blast off
I’m gonna zoom through space and shove it in your face
I’ll show you, I’ll show you, I’ll show you

I’m gonna speak at political functions
shake a lotta hands, get lots of face time
I’m gonna give my name such gravity
that I threaten to cause a warp in space-time
I’m gonna call a presidential press conference
with all the major networks represented
and I’ll pay the FCC all the necessary fines
when I say my grand “FUCK YOU!” to you whom I’ve resented
all these years, all these years, all these years, all these years

you suck, you suck
from the negative space in your chest
my heart is hard and my psyche is scarred
from the odious load that is to know you
I’m gonna work, work, work my ass off
rig up my rocket and blast off
I’m gonna zoom through space and shove it in your face
I’ll show you, I’ll show you, I’ll show you