Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

Down on your knees before the Queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

Down on your knees before the Queen

Sara Berry was a popular b**h. (Mm-hmm.)

Hot bod, hot boy, cheer captain, plus she was rich. (Oh, yeah.)

That girl had everything till hiccup and hitch:

Julie Jenkins lost a leg in a wreck. (Am—pu—ta—ted)

The nominations for Prom Royalty came (Uh-huh.)

Our Sara's Senior Year, and Queen was her claim— (Uh, duh.)

Till gossip stirred the student body would name

Julie Jenkins, Queen of the Prom. (Pi—ty—vote)

"Sara," her father said, "Life is a Prom

I know you won't disappoint me and Mom…?"

You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown

You thirst for blood from the roses in hand

You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance

As they crown you Queen of High School Land

(Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)

(Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)

So obsessed, our Sara near lost her mind

To life un-Prom-related, Sara was blind;

She shoved her squad, her clique and boyfriend behind—

Still one-leg Julie held to the lead. (Poor, poor Julie)

Soon Sara's sanity was hung by a thread

Her B.F.F.'s proclaimed her socially dead

Till then, at last, her boyfriend texted and said:

"I'm taking Julie to the senior Prom." (Love, love Julie)

"Sara," her father said, "Why be so calm?

There's just no future for a Princess at Prom…"

You taste the silver, Sara! You taste the crown

You thirst for blood from the roses in hand

You spoil for sash and scepter, music to dance

As they crown you Queen of High School Land

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

Down on your knees before the Queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

Down on your knees before the Queen

Some girls are rational but Sara was not

She stared in mirrors thinking one single thought:

There's seven reasons this crown's not good as got—

And so the night of Prom, mercy! Thus went her plot:

"P" is for Patricia, drinking poisoned punch

"R" is for Raquel, dashed on a rock (crunch)

"O" is what Anne said when Sara bludgeoned her brains

And "M" is Marianna's marinated remains

But! But!

"Q" is for Quiara, quiet, drowned in the pool

"U" is for Eunice's pieces spread round the school

But "E's" are for the easy way in five minutes tops

A one-legg'd girl can bring an "N" for end by calling the cops

You got your silver Sara, you got your crown

You got their blood on your roses in hand

You donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance

As you crowned you Queen of High School Land!

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

God save the Queen

Down on your knees before the Queen

God save the Queen

Woah-oh-oh-oh, Oh, Oh!

The Queen of High School Land

Down on your knees before the Queen

The Queen of High School Land

They wrapped your wrists in silver, they took your crown

As they washed your bloody fingers and hands

Into a tight straitjacket, small padded cell

As you screamed, "I'm Queen of High School Land!"

At least in your head, you're Queen of High School Land

Pity the dead! You're Queen of High School Land

(Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)

(Check Sara, Choose Sara, Vote for Sara Berry.)