I am so mad,
I could crash the dishes.

I could eat a tea-cup,
then I could just suck it up!

I know your behind the door,
scaring the heck out of me.
I know you are there,
making me intense.

I am so glad,
It was only my broom.

I could just scream,
then fall asleep and dream.

I know your behind the door,
scaring the heck out of me.
I know you are there,
making me intense.

I grabbed my riffle,
press it to the door,
as the door-bell rang.

Chocolates in hand,
flowers in the otha'.

I put the gun towards his head...

and....

POP!
goes the weasel!

Oooh, oh....yeah.... Pop, goes that insane weasel