I hope your radio won't play until I've had my say I hope your mail always fails to reach you Until you wanna hear from me I hope your wristwatch goes berserk But I'm not angry, I'm just hurt I hope your phone will never ring and you can never sing I hope your car doesn't start, cannot move Until you wanna be with me I hope your brand new dress gets torn But I'm not angry, just forlorn I'll make a voodoo dance to fit with bats and owls We'll haunt your house on rattle chains We'll hang around until you call my name And tell me that you want me back again I hope your records always break, your shoes make your feet ache I hope your luck will get stuck on black cats Until you want a kiss from me I hope your TV's always bad But I'm not angry, I'm just sad But I'm not angry, I'm just sad