Icky Vicky 歌词

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 Icky Vicky Ewwww ewwww Icky Vicky Ewwww ewwww Icky Vicky