Unrequited To The Nth Degree

Oh when I die and it won't be long

Hey you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong

Yeah you're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad

Hey and if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad

Might be a plane crash, or some sort of O.D.

Hey there's going to be a photograph with my obituary

You're gonna see it and you'll cry

You're gonna wanna wear black

Hey I'll be dead but you can bet your life,

I'm gonna get you back

I'm tired of being left up on your shelf

I might not wait around, might kill myself

Not only would you miss me, but you'd feel guilty to

Oh I'd be dead but it'd be too late

The joke would be on you.

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho

Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle

Snicker snicker snicker snicker

Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw

Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk

So you better take warning, start treating me good

Start doing the things that I think you should

And you better not pout and no you better not cry

The grim reaper is a-comin' to town

And I just might die