Maggie, don't you know he's got a refuse About to blow, you gotta let him go People say, people say, run away, run away Gary thinks that he's a DJ Makes me want to slit my wrists Breaking mirrors on the subway No one dances to his hits Playing with bits on the freeway Mamas and Papa shitting bricks, yeah Give him all your little leeway No one dances to his playlist, yeah You gotta let him go Maggie, don't you know he's got a refuse About to blow, you gotta let him go People say, people say Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hitch your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back People say, people say, run away, run away God bless the doomsday scrollers Thinking about doing all the work God damn the holy rollers Making the matters worse For the July and it's snowing Where do you think that you're going? Yeah, I'll never let you go Maggie, don't you know he's got a refuse About to blow, you gotta let him go People say, people say Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hitch your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back People say, people say, run away, run away People say, people say, run away, run away Maggie, don't you know he's got a refuse About to blow, you gotta let him go People say, people say Maggie, the deck is stacked You gotta hitch your boyfriend back You gotta hit him back Maggie, Maggie, let him go Maggie, Maggie, let him go People say, people say, run away, run away