I just wanna ask Pierce maybe grab a pencil Take some notes Cos I'm about to drop knowledge Pierce I don't need you in my band I don't need your heart or your hand Oh I don't need you in my life All you do is cause me such strife I am my own person I am my own person And Pierce you're a B (yeah you heard me say it) (yes sir) Pierce you're a B This a song for Pierce, cause him so old His body made of wrinkles and folds Stupid and ugly, he smell like a fart Then poo-poo in his pants and poo-poo in my heart Come Selecta bring him down, when him on a stage him dressed like a clown The boy are Tom Arnold and we are Roseanne That's why we divorced him straight from the band (yes) Pierce I just want you to know I'll meet your tricks and you're not my bro You can lie, just wait and see The things you did, they just set me free I am my own person (you know what means) I am my own person (and what are you?) And Pierce you're a B (oh buddy) Pierce you're a B Pierce Pierce Pierce Pierce you're a B x4