Beetle Beetle (sung to the tune of Christmas, Don't Be Late)
Beetle beetle I don't care
About your life or how you fare.
Fast and swift you hit the fan
then you bounce around and land.
On and on you hit the light
only to find it too bright.
So you settle down near me
scaring the shit out of me.
Beetle beetle I don't care
Go kill yourself if you dare
Better now than later on
Knock yourself out till it's morn.
