[HEATHER DUKE, spoken]
No, Veronica! You shut up!

[HEATHER MCNAMARA, spoken]
Hey! That's Heather’s scrunchie!

[HEATHER DUKE, spoken]
Ha ha ha ha ha! Not anymore

[Sung]
Heather choked
Bought the farm
She could not hack it
Now we need a strong arm
To run this racket

Heather's out
Who will rise?
Gotta fill that vacuum
It's my turn
It’s my prize
I spit lightning
Crack, boom!

I bit my tongue so long
I learned to count to ten
My silence made me strong
I did my time and then
A house dropped on her head
The witch is dead! Ding dong!
Move bitch, this my song!
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