Lyrics

Well it all started about two months ago as far as I can remember
When things started to get really messed up around here
You see this little punk named Stacy starting working, the make-up counter to be more specific

Well I've gotta plan for little miss Stacy and I'm going to tell you all about it
Yeah! I'm gonna, tell you all about it!

Oh, well that's the way it goes
When you start to get hold
That's the way it goes
Or so I've been told

They tell me that I'm not cool, they tell me that I'm not hip
They tell me I'm out of touch with the demographic in which I've been hired to serve
Well I don't buy any of that, don't' tell me that 20 years selling lipstick isn't enough to know what I'm doing by now, thank you, very much

Well I've gotta plan for little miss Stacy and I'm going to tell you all about it
Yeah! I'm gonna, tell you all about it!

Oh, well that's the way it goes
When you start to get hold
That's the way it goes

My plan really is quite simple
I'm going to poison her
Going to slip something in her meatloaf sandwich, she'll never suspect it
There's only one catch to this plan that I've so eloquently devised
You see on Fridays, on Fridays.
On Fridays everything gets thrown away
On Fridays everything gets thrown away
On Fridays everything gets thrown away in the trash