Mr. Killjoy

Your shindig's kinda boring

Shall I spike the punch with cyanide?

I gotta warn you - You'll need a coroner tonightIf you see me, better flee me

If you hear me, better fear me

I'll help you from the fryer into the fireNananananah - Call me Mr. Killjoy

I'm the death of every party

Nananananah - Call me Mr. Killjoy

And I don't care if you don't like me, noI'm here to fix your troubles

Rude force applied with some finesse

When people are the problem

My hatchet always works the best (Oh, yes it will)I made you suffer and that doesn't feel right

I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light

How rude of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright