Lyrics:

Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen
What a nice movie scene
Pack up your bags
Piss off and don't call me back
Oh my god
Oh my god, she keeps talking and talking
Don't drink too much, nanananana
Fuck you, drama queen
You have more shoes than a brain can have cells
You fucked my fridge up
With your diet coke hell
Warm beer at the campfire sucks
End or beginning
It's always the same thing
Cracks in your head
Instead a place (in your bed)
Sometimes forever
It's always the same thing
You're too precious
To be mislead
Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen
What a nice movie scene
Pack up your bags
Piss off and don't call me back
Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen
What a nice movie scene
Pack up your bags
Piss off and don't call me back
I hate indie rock
No more romantics!
I want sex and blood
Almost orgasmic
It's time for rock-n-roll
This is not, this is not what I'm longing for
This is not, this is not what I'm longing for
Light my loincloth, Mowgli runs free
Light my loincloth, Mowgli runs free
This is not what I'm longing for
End or beginning
It's always the same thing
Cracks in your head
Instead a place (in your bed)
Sometimes forever
It's always the same thing
You're too precious
To be mislead
Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen
What a nice movie scene
Pack up your bags
Piss off and don't call me back
Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen
What a nice movie scene
Pack up your bags
Piss off and don't call me back
Whoa, oh, I, fuck you Dramaqueen
Nice and slowly (nice and slowly)
How you like that?