One time I met this girl,   I talked to her online one night,   I asked her if she was alright,   Didn't say who I was,   Now i'm fucked over because,      You bastards,   Telling her who I am,   You bastards,   You could all go to Fucking Iran,   I can't deal with her anymore,   She's acting like a whore      Say it ain't so,   She's a real hoe,   She called me last night,   About a quarter to 8,   I said, "why you calling so late?"   She said, "I heard what you said"   "I hope you end up dead"   And all I wanted was some head!      You bastards,   Telling her who I am,   You bastards,   You could all go to Fucking Iran,   I can't deal with this yet,   This girl's making me wanna forget.      Even though she's really hot,   Mentally stable is what she's not,   She's got something wrong in her head,   Telling me I should end up dead      You bastards,   Telling her who I am,   You bastards,   You could all go to Fucking Iran,   I can't deal with this ever,   Leave me alone forever.      TOM: YOU BASTARDS   MARK: YOU MASTURBATORS   TRAVIS: WHAT THE FUCK?   TOM: HOW'D YOU GET A MIC TRAVIS?   TRAVIS: I'M A ROCK STAR NOW, I ROLL WITH THE TRANSPLANTS   MARK: WHO? FUCK THEM, TIME FOR A SONG   TRAVIS: RIGHT ON   TOM & MARK: SHUT UP BASTARD