Your shindig's kinda boring
Shall I spike the punch with cyanide?
I gotta warn you - you'll need a coroner tonite

When you see me, better flee me
When you hear me, better fear
I help you from the fryer into the fire

Nananananah - calling mr. Killjoy
I'm the death of every party
Nananananah - calling mr. Killjoy
And I don't care if you don't like me

I'm here to fix your troubles
Rude force applied with some finess
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