V-I-C-K-Y
The sound of her name makes the little kids cry
Ahhh!
Hey Vicky you're so so icky
Just the thought of being around you makes me oh so sicky
Hey Vicky won't you please explain
Why you get so much enjoyment out of causing kids pain
Oh oh oh
A chick who's just plain mean
A sour sweet sixteen
She's a fire breathing dragon in a pair of black jeans
Ewwww
Timmy: Don't worry about forget my birthday that's today,
Mom and Dad. It's OK!
dad: What?! Forget your birthday?!
mom: We never forget your birthday, "Tommy"!
Dad: Your birthday it's about to be tomorrow!
Timmy: What?!
Mom and Dad: Happy amost birthday, Timmy!
Ewwww
Hey Vicky won't you tell the truth
How'd we ever get the bad luck to be stuck with you
Oh Vicky can we say one thing
It's your super total yuckiness that makes us wanna sing
