You made it
Its your last day on earth
You killed someone last night
And burned down a church
Oh you made it
For what its worth
Well and if it all goes wrong
And it looks like we'll soon be gone
And we should all just get along
And sing a song I wrote
And it goes like this

Shoop-doop Shoop-doo
Badoobadoo
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

You made it along
You got a problem with Peter
You got a problem with John
You can't go on
All this follow me shit
I want to get fucked up at home
Be naked alone
And turn up my phone
Because this song I wrote
Is just so fucking sick
It goes

Shoop-doop Shoop-doo
Badoobadoo
WAIT

I got something to say
What's that oh shit
I forgot wait a minute
The world's about to end
So I'm gonna have to finish
I guess if we were nicer
We'd be better off innit
I haven't got a plan
So I think I'm gonna wing it
Naked alone with this song I wrote
And it goes like this

Shoop-doop Shoop-doo
Badoobadoo
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah