Take me out to The Hunger Games,
Take me out to the Hob,
Buy me some health packs and tracker jackers
I don't care if I ever come back-ers
Root, root for the tributes
Or it won't be the same
And that's 1...2...3 stabs you're out of The Hunger Games!
PS: You can catch the last line to:
And that's 1...2...3 cannons fired in The Hunger Games!
Take me out to the Quarter Quell,
Take me to the parade,
Buy me a trident
A backpack, too,
I don't care cause I'm going to kill you,
Root, root for your favorite
But it won't be the same
Cause some victors will end up dead in The Hunger Games!