You can give me SARS
Or hit me with your car
You can squish my body like a toad
Just hit me with your Benz
At one hundred and ten
Then laugh and joke about me on the road

You can break my arms
Or throw me off a barn
You can nail my feet right to the floor
Or you spilt my lips
Using a leather whip
Just don't play "Achy Breaky Heart" no more

Don't play that song
That achy breaky song
I just don't think you understand
And if you play that song
That achy breaky song
I might go out and kill this man... soon

You can tell your ma
That she can break my jaw
She can even hang me from a tree
Or you can tell the *lut
Who's foot can my *uts
She never really liked my parodies

Or you can break my knees
With anything you please
A hammer or a crowbar, that's okay
Or you can hit my face
With your biggest mace
It might be painless compared to Billy Ray

Don't play that song
That achy breaky song
The song that stinks like sardine cans
And if you play that song
That achy breaky song
I might throw up my grilled cheese sand... wich

Don't play that song
That achy breaky song
A migraine's the last thing that I need
And if you play that song
That achy breaky song
It might make both my eardrums bleed... ouch

Don't play that song
That achy breaky song
I'd rather fall from a balcony
And if you play that song
That achy breaky song
I might just write a version 3... eeek