I hope a red rock falls on your head.
I hope it goes spinning, spinning, around.
I hope you get lost and never found.
As you lie in bed, I hope the baby will scream and cry,
All the thoughts in your head.
You won't get any shuteye.
You'll ask why.
You won't get any dreams.
I hope she drives you insane.
I hope she leaves you all alone.
You can to hell, take a plane.