A paper airplane, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
I fought the British and I won
You can't say them until everybody leaves
I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit
Put Pat Sajak back in office
I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist
Say what you will, I am the kill
To all the emptiness until you wake up
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
And there's hell to pay again
The only thing that keeps you real
Truly safe from me and real
But the sun still sets on you and your retarded party
I am eleven feet, okay, eight, six foot three
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I have a wishing well, a living well,
So say what you will, I am the kill
I fought the British and I won
The only thing that keeps you real
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am a plagiarist, apologist, [Incomprehensible]
A magical eight ball, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Put Pat Sajak back
Truly safe from me and real
And the punchlines fly at you
I'm a rocket ship, a jet fighter
