I Hate You

I hate you and your stupid bass What's it like out there in space? (You ought to know) I hate you and your giant kick You make me laugh, you make me sick I hate you and your spinning sticks Your platform boots and your insane chicks Your long blonde hair blowing in my face A platinum God? You're a big disgrace! I hate you! I hate you, your spider eyes A guillotine, oh, big surprise! I hate your broken pointed nose Your big fat mouth that you never close I hate you and that guitar pout Those tired riffs we all laugh about Hate your stinkin', pudgy fingers on the neck You're the King of America, but you're no Jeff Beck! I hate you! H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U Oh, yes I do We hate you, we hate your sneer The cigarettes, the smell of beer The mutton chops, the switchblade knife Your unapologetic life But, most of all we're filled with rage At the empty space you left on stage (What a Syd) H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U H-A-T-E Y-O-U Hate you