No one likes me
I can tell
Sitting in the U-Bend
Disregarding the smell
Go take a pee
It’s all fine and well
But don’t throw that book at me
You’ll go to hell
Chorus
My life was full of misery
And you’re still mean to me
And though I’ve taken my last breath
Now you’re ruining my death
Contemplating suicide
From what Peeves said
Then I remembered
I’m already dead
Wanted peace and quiet
Look what I got instead
Nothing but a stupid book
Falling through my head
Chorus
Let’s all throw books at Myrtle
Because she can’t feel it
Like a carnival game
I’m sick of this shit
Let’s all throw books at Myrtle
Because it’s so fun
If you get it through her head
Then you’re number one
Don’t throw that book at me, Ginny
Don’t throw that book at me, Ginny
Chorus
Don’t throw that book at me, Ginny
Don’t throw that book at me, Ginny
[...] the song Don’t Throw That Book At Me by The Moaning [...]
It’s
“Let’s all throw books at myrtle
Because she is dead
And you’ll get 50 points
If it goes through her head”
and
“Let’s all throw books at myrtle
While she’s trying to pee
Just wait until you’re the one
Then you’ll be sorry”