Nobody could agree, not even a word
HOTS is gone, and so is Fyre
I'm out to prove, Friga's a liar
Journey the band, is a joke now these days
We all love to poke fun,
and jokes at the gays
Neal Schon and Jon Cain fucked, JSS in the ass
They both showed us all, that they have zero class
The time has come, to rip these two fools
And take the remaining fans of theirs
to assbeating school
Oh Santa , Santa, would you please, lose some weight
You're starting to look like what BT'ers ate
Fried fat, lard, and tons of sugar
excuse me a minute, while I pick this booger

Oh how the spirit, the love, and the joy fail to appear
For that would fuck up the very reason we even come here
Fights, brawls, and plenty of dustups
Because there are many people here, who are big giant fuckups
Andrew Mac, Andrew Mac, You sexy Aussie fuck
For without you, our lives would mostly suck
The Wombat, the Boss, the man of the hour
Do tell us Rhiannon, is sperm really sour?

MR rules, MR Thrives
These are the days
The days of our lives
Goodnight Now!