Bye Bye - Death By Unga Bunga

Don’t you ever get enough

When do you plan to grow up

Please just leave me alone

I’m not a stone you can throw around anymore

You never look into my eyes

Still it seems like you’re surprised

By the decision I’ve made

I’m not afraid to tell you when

I think you have the wrong idea

Pack your bags, get out of here

Its an offer you can’t refuse

Its too late you’re about to lose

Girl you’re cramping my style

And its been like this for a while

I’m gonna' break through this wall

It’s gonna' be cold but so are you

Don’t you ever get enough

When do you plan to give up

I’m gonna' start a war

But my throat is sore from all this screaming

I think you have the wrong idea

Pack your bags, get out of here

Its an offer you can’t refuse

Its too late you’re about to lose

Bye Bye

Bye Bye

I think you have the wrong idea (Bye Bye)

I think you have the wrong idea (Bye Bye)

Bye Bye