At the last count, I've got fifty-two thousand ways
Of socking it to that miserable, treacherous, half-sized man
The hand-stealing, thorn-in-my-ass, PETER PAN!
SHIOK!
Like fresh Peter Pan
Roasted over a slow charcoal stove
SERVED!
With hand-toasted Ting Tong Bell
Studded with nutmeg and cloves!
SHIOK!
The sound of him
Screaming and screaming
"Let me go!"
From a room of steaming mermaids
Trying to titillate him with a show!
Revenge is a dish best served SHIOK!
The kind of shiok that will make you shook!
More than a simple stab or choke!
Revenge is a dish best served SHIOK!
If the Devil saw it, he'd say
Sedap!
The Devil himself couldn't make it up
The shiok-est of shiok, that kind of shiok
That brings a man to his knees!
Revenge is a dish best served SHIOK!
The sight of him
Twisting and turning, all tied up!
His insides are burning to see all of his
Friends on the plank, lined up!
SHIOK!
The feeling of Peter Pan keeping me warm
All through the night
I'm so snug and warm and cozy
Underneath his fresh-skinned hide!
Revenge is a dish best served SHIOK!
Peter Pan, my mortal enemy
Deserves bespoke agony!
Revenge is a dish best served SHIOK!
If the Devil saw it, he'd say
Sedap!
The Devil himself couldn't make it up
The shiok-est of shiok, that kind of shiok
That brings a man to his knees!
Revenge! Revenge!
Revenge is a dish best served
SHIOK!
Revenge should be
DAMN SHIOK!