V! I! C-K-Y!
The sound of her name makes the little kids cry
OHHHHHHHH!
Hey Vicky!
You’re so so icky
Just the thought of bein’ round you
Makes me oh, so sicky
Hey Vicky
Won’t you please explain
How you get so much enjoyment
Outta causing kids pain?
A chick who’s just plain mean
A sour sweet sixteen
She a fire-breathing dragon
In a pair of black jeans!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Dont worry about forgetting my birthday was today mum and dad, its ok
What, forgot your birthday.
Wer’d never forget your birthday Tommy
Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow
What!
Happy almost birthday Timmy
Hey Vicky
Would you tell us true
How we ever got 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!
Ew! Ew!
Icky Vicky!
Ew! Ew!
Icky Vicky!