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Call up your friends on Sunday/ Make up your will on Monday/ Don't celebrate your birthday/ You pay too much attention to yourself anyway/ Go to the beach and flaunt it/ Come on I know you want it/ Come to my house and haunt it/ I can see right through you like a ghost anyway/ Wipe that smile off your face/ We're all going to hell/ Pack your bags/ Good luck you're gonna need it/ Fake tans and sheer nude nylons/ Go home and paint your smile on/ You're glowing like a pilon/ You drive me like a human obstacle course anyway/ Pitch a tent on a highway/ Tell them you did it my way/ Stall your car on my driveway/ I know you want to spend the night with me anyway/ Wipe that smile off your face/ We're all going to hell/ Pack your bags/ Good luck you're gonna need it/ Won't need your swimsuit/ But bring your sunscreen in a lifetime supply/ And kiss your favourite beaches goodbye/ Aren't you just baking tell me/ Is it hot enough for you now?/ Wipe the sweat off of your brow/ You look ridiculous/ Wipe that smile off your face/ We're all going to hell/ Pack your bags/ Good luck you're gonna need it/ Collapse a lung this morning/ Soon after you'll be mourning/ Don't listen to the warnings/ You're having too much fun to even care anyway

© 2002 Aaron Bayley