[Phil Alexander]:
I heard a Gwen sing a lonely goatherd
Lame, oh so lame, oh so lame-ass tune
I'd rather swallow a steaming goat turd
Than play that so lame-ass tuh-yune

{beat starts}

[Red Ant]:
Turn it off!
Turn it off!
uh, uh
Turn it off!
uh, uh
Get away, far away, too late, oh!

(Blegh!)
This is a song that makes us throw up
When the "beat" comes on, we hurl our bile up
Horrid noise, L.A.M.E* hook; it blows: is plain crude
Still then Gwen Stefani sounds like Dr. Ruth, on 'ludes

[2nz]:
They like way we bounce, they like the way we flirt
They like that way that L.A.M.E* is going across my shirt
They like the way my words, make everyone feel smarter (She sucks, right?)
They like the way my song ends eventually

[Agrimorfee]:
Everytime the girl sings, my dog he howls in pain
Let's all say this word up, the blondie's career is used up
Welfare lines now

[2nz]:
Turn it off,
Turn it off, oh, No, WON'T, STOP
Run away, Run AWAY, GOTTA GO

[Ethan Mawyer]:
You're gonna want to beat her tongue with a flute
Yeah mess it up enough so she becomes mute
It's less cool than Dwight Schrute and it sure isn't cute
What is it about? I really don't care

[Jack Wilson]:
My ears don't really like this style
Better this than a cockroach
Dont like the way I hear it, not original
I guess they think we're slow, I think I'll leave the room
Before my mind is numbed and brain cells blow

[Phil Alexander]:
Everytime that ass swings, realize it numbs your brain
Feel the beat suck you up, and know that it will f..ool you up
That a rhyme? No.

Oh, oh, oh, turn it off, oh, oh, oh, oh
Already

[Red Ant]:
Gwen, this sucks! uh, huh huh huh
Had enough! uh, huh huh huh huh
Time is up!
What a lame and inane video!

[Matthias]:
Uh-uh, it's my headache
Uh-uh, shut up girl, I want you dead staked
Uh-uh, you know my gut is still sick hocking
Hell No! And you know I'm mocking

Shut it Girl, Shut it, Shut it Girl
Shut it Girl, Shut it, Shut it Girl
Yeah, James Blunt has more pride
Send it back, 'fore your brain is fried

[Stephen Harrington]:
Quit singin' girl, it's a fright
Who let you write this plight?
I'll find who let you do this fluff
This song makes me want to blow 'em up

Blow 'em up, boom, boom, boom, boom
Blow 'em up, boom, boom, boom, boom
Blown away, blown away, blown away, Yay!