You want to come too. We know you do
And maybe someday you will
She wants to come now, No way, no how!
Sorry, Negativesville
Why not? Why not? Let's see, why not

Lizzie's very biggie , we'd rather you weren't along today
But shouldn't we tell her why?
We'd just rather you weren't okay?
Now back off and say goodbye
We'd rather be picked up by a twister
Than tagged along after by a sister
We'd rather eat french fried garden snails
We'd rather lose all out finger nails
Or bathe in a pool of slime!
Hasta la vista, baby sista!
Maybe some other time

B-U-T-T out! B-U-T-T out!
Turn your tiny frame about and B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta
B-U-T-T out!
It's not that it makes us gag to drag a tagalong tot and tow
It's not that you embarrass us in front of everyone we know
It's not that you are such a snot nosed brat
It's not that you're nosy, it's not that you're a rat
Although that may be true
It just that this mission is dangerous
And we care so much for you

Beat it! Amscran! Hit the Highway!
See ya! Ciao! Vamoose! Be off! Reduce!
You're gonna, you're gonna, she's ain't gonna wanna, B-U-T-T out!

Lizzie, you just can't come today
Maybe next time we'll see
Maybe a year from this coming May, or maybe next century!
It's not that you might be out of place
It's not that we can't stand your face
or that you're not of the human race
It's just that you're too young!

Be a sweetie, b-u-t-t, B-U-T-T out!
Eat your Zitti,b-u-t-t, B-U-T-T out!
Please go pee-pee,then you gotta BUTT out!
Take a hint, take a hike, B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, B-U-T-T out!

Composição: John Forster