I want Mitchy to stay, but that ship has sailed, can we all set a time on June 30 to sing cumbiaw and a chorus of bye bye Mitchy...don't let the door hit ye butt on the way out...you whiney spoiled brat.
He turned on a coach, then his team mates, then the press, then the fans...watch out Mrs Mitchy..
If I can wake the f*** up in time, I will sing "Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye ".
Na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Go on and kiss him goodbye, na na na na, na na na
Na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye