This is True
Mister nothing said forever said
I can sing
Hit it! Make it a dead one
With words like
Blood, soldier mother
OK Ok
I want to sleep before the end
Which is impolite
Hit It! Make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I'll give you a ring
You can sing the end
Ok ok
Then I could get
All the little animals out of my room
Hit it! With a broom
Ok Ok
Put them in a big white sack
No visitors came
Hit it! With words like
Thou shalt not
The end