I hate you and your stupid bass

What's it like out there in space? (you ought to know)

I hate you and your giant kick

You make me laugh, you make me sick.

I hate you and your spinning sticks

Your platform boots and your insane chicks

Your long blonde hair blowing in my face

A platinum god? you're a big disgrace!

I hate you!

I hate you, your spider eyes

A guillotine, oh, big surprise!

I hate your broken pointed nose

Your big fat mouth that you never close.

I hate you and that guitar pout

Those tired riffs we all laugh about

Hate your stinkin', pudgy fingers on the neck

You're the king of america, but you're no jeff beck!

I hate you!

H-a-t-e y-o-u

H-a-t-e y-o-u

Oh, yes I do.

We hate you, we hate your sneer

The cigarettes, the smell of beer

The mutton chops, the switchblade knife

Your unapologetic life

But, most of all we're filled with rage

At the empty space you left on stage (what a sid)

H-a-t-e y-o-u

H-a-t-e y-o-u

H-a-t-e y-o-u

H-a-t-e y-o-u

Hate you.