There's a dog at the door
Looking for a hole
He needs a brand new wife
He needs a bone
Say you wanted to dance
But you couldn't get out of bed
With all of those angry thoughts
That you've got flowing 'round your head
One of the heard, eh
One more time
Play it again, Sam
Before we die
Hey, hey, what's that tune?
Hey, hey, turn it off
Hey, hey, what's that tune?
Hey, hey, are you still here?
He was a son of the east
He was badly dressed
He had a knot in his hand
And stains on his rags
He was a son of the east
And after all he comes last
He still couldn't kill
The wicked witch of the west
Think quick
Duck right
Slow down
Repent
We're coming down
Coming way down from up up above
Hear it rolling down
Isn't it time we kicked up a fuss?
Like a snowball rolling down the hill
Like someone who's terminally ill
Take this disease its tasting worn
Take this shake, roll a ball
Hey, hey, what's that tune?
Hey, hey, turn it off
Hey, hey, turn it off
Hey, hey, turn it off
Hey, hey, what's that tune?
Hey, hey, are you still here?
Snowball throwing the ball