Goodbye Gumball Watterson

I wanna say you're a real good guy
But we both know that would be a lie
It's been a nightmare being your friend
So it's time for this charade to end

I can't say goodbye
'Cause you might grind me down into meat pie
I'll tell the school that you've got avian flu
So it'll be their job to get rid of you

I hope they put you into quarantine
Or lock you up until you turn eighteen
So maybe then I'll never have to fear
That you might suddenly bite off my ear

Please don't bite off my ear

I can't say goodbye
My face will be too manglеd to identify
If I could get your house rеpossessed
You'd be forced to relocate to your gran's in the Northwest

I could get you arrested for stealing a car
I could get you a job as a miner
I could ship you in a crate to Qatar
Or sell you as kebab to a dirty diner