Burn the witches!I'm the Grim!I'm the Grim!He's the Minister of Crimeand now I'm going to show ya!He's the Minister of HappilyHe's the Minister of Happy DayHe used to be so happyHe used to be, he used to beHe used to be so ho-ho-hoHe used to be so ho-ho-hoHe used to be, he used to beHe used to be, he used to beMy father, he was used to building bunkerswhen I was in my primeNow I can drink and it slowly sucksLike crime after crime after crime after crimeAfter time, after time, after time, after timeAfter time, after time, after time, after timeTime!I used to raise them by beating them with hatsThey used to stroll on my cocks in the sacksMy son has a stupid dick made for the spittingYou plant the virus, please, children who singAnd there's too many bungalows being builtAnd my liking too many bungalowsToo many bungalows being builtAnd my liking too many bungalowsBungalows, bungalows, bungalowsBun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhooозGha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohsToo many bungalows being builtToo many bungalows being builtAnd my liking too many bungalowsBun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhooGha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohsBun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhooGha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohs