Mr. Killjoy - Lordi

Your shindig’s kinda boring

Shall I spike the punch with cyanide?

Well I gotta warn you

You’ll need a coroner tonight

If you see me, better flee me

If you hear me, better fear me

I’ll help you from the fryer into the fire

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

I’m the death of every party

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no!

I’m here to fix your troubles

Brute force applied with some finesse

When people are the problem

My hatchet always works the best (Oh, yes it will)

If you see me, better flee me

If you hear me, better fear me

I’ll help you from the fryer into the fire

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

I’m the death of every party

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no

I made you suffer and that doesn’t feel right

I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light

How rude of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

I’m the death of every party

Na na na na na, calling Mr. Killjoy

And I don’t care if you don’t like me, no, no!