[Haters]
I hate Miley, why she showin’ her butt?
Stupid Miley, why she singin’ this song?
Don’t watch Miley, she is just a lil’ slut
She is famous, so what? Don’t let kids watch that smut

[Narrator]
Here’s the story ‘bout a girl, and this song
Was so smiley, but then something went wrong
First name Miley, she just wants to be loved
But her career was done, starting back in ‘9-1

Oh no!
Once there was country music everywhere
There’s Billy Ray, that mullet hair
Tried to sing songs ‘bout his red truck
Turned down everywhere, down on his lu-uck
Then suddenly on his way home
Started feelin’ real warm
Then the devil rose in sight
Gave Billy a real fright, oh my!

[Devil]
“Now, here’s the rules Billy
Your hit song will be
Called “Achy Breaky”
But your daughters soul I want!
Sure it’s not fair...these are my rules!”

[Narrator]
Now she can’t stop, thanks to her pop
He became a huge star overnight
But poor miss Miley is wrecked for life!
And she can’t stop, now her hair’s cropped
“We run things, things don’t run we”
Such poor grammar for young Miley
Oh no!

[Miley Fans]
That poor Miley, she’s just like a robot
Selfish daddy just wanted a hit song
Trades his daughter for a spot on the charts
Now she sings about clubs, teaching young girls this dung
Oh no!

[Narrator]
Once a nice girl, now she’s God knows what...
Dancing now likes she’s at a strip club
She’s loopier than Willy Wonka
It’s such a long fall from Hannah Montana!
And yet the kids are still buying this hit tune
Think they’d change their minds if they just knew
I feel so bad for her, she has no control
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Miley]
Dad, what happened to me?
I hate these parties
This music ain’t for me
Don’t let small girls hear this song!
Wash out my mouth, tastes like pea soup*

[Narrator]
Now she can’t stop, she’s a robot
She could be real smart with her own mind
Get her law degree in two years time!
But she can’t stop, still sings this schlop!
That poor thing’s trapped, can’t you see?
Losing barter from her daddy, oh no!

Now the devil makes her say what he wants
That poor Miley, she can’t do what she wants
All ‘cause Billy had a spot the charts
Now her mind is all swapped, opposite what she wants!

[Miley]
It’s my body, let me do what I want to
Some real clothes, not this crap that I’m stuck to
No more songs, sell some flowers, maybe shoes
[Devil]
A fair trade, you must do what I tell you!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Narrator]
And she can’t stop, she’s a robot
Wants to get married when time is right
Now she’s just become ‘Rihanna-light’?!
Please make it stop, man, she can’t stop
She don’t want to be on TMZ
Maybe someday she will be free…
Yeah!