Stop! Have a beer, has anybody ever told you that you look like a star? I sit
at the bar, and I drink, 'cause it makes me happier than being alone.
My good friend, Johnny Walker red label, keeps me warm like a cunt. 
Seems like everybody's got something I have not: A reason not to die. Death to
mr. Right, he makes me sick.
Yeah, yeah yea.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Seems like everybody's got something I have not: A reason not to die so I say
death to mr. Right, 'cause that's not me.