Goodbye San-jaya man, contest over
Luck fell thru, no horseshoe, four leaf clover
Howard Stern couldn't turn "Idol" hist'ry
Son of a gun, bad singin's done, no more myst'ry

Bye Sanjaya, You're a real gone guy
From American Idol
Record vote sank your boat
Like a wave that's tidal
Big tooth flair, crazy hair, spiked with mayo
Son of a gun, the fun's all done, your bad day-o

Malakar, you went far, teen girls cryin'
Now must be bottom three, so said Ryan
Big wide smile, cocky style, not too shy-o
Son of a gun, your time's all done, say goodbye-o

J-Lo gave you a rave compliment-o
Tony'd state you were great, he's a gent, tho'
Gwen Stefan- said that your con-fidence was high
Son of a gun, fun is all gone..so wave bye bye...

Bye Sanjaya, you're a real gone guy,
From American Idol
Record vote sank your boat
Like a wave that's tidal
Big tooth flair, crazy hair, spiked with mayo
Son of a gun, the fun's all done, on your way-o