Plain White T's

From Frikipedia

Delilah I can promise you / That by the time we get through / The world will never ever be the same

No, it certainly won't, you simpering piece of foreskin. Largely because it'll become impossible to go for more than 30 seconds without being subjected to another playing of your offensively dire pseudo-ditty, which is about as deep and meaningful as Paris Hilton's shoe collection, as romantic as athlete's foot and is delivered with all the attractive dignity of a pubescent teenager having his first tug over the underwear pages of a mail-order catalogue. Bugger off and try to come up with something less offensive, like a gig where you go around each member of the audience in turn and pour nitric acid down their ear canals.