Dashing through The Hall
With a minute left to go,
I hope that I'm not late,
'Cuz Mark's about to blow!
I'm running up the stairs,
Getting out of breath,
Now I'm staring face-to-face
With Mark (aka: Death)
(chorus): Oh! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells!
Die Theory Die!
If you died a painful death,
I surely would not cry! (repeat)
It's not yet Finals week
But the testing will not stop,
I swear if I have to learn one more stupid thing
My brain is gonna pop.
Now I've got "a" request,
I'm begging, on my knees:
Don't make me spend another day
With the Mafia Chinese!
(sing chorus ad nauseum, mix with a liter of Fresca, shake well, enjoy)