Burn the witches!
I'm the Grim!
I'm the Grim!
He's the Minister of Crime
and now I'm going to show ya!
He's the Minister of Happily
He's the Minister of Happy Day
He used to be so happy
He used to be, he used to be
He used to be so ho-ho-ho
He used to be so ho-ho-ho
He used to be, he used to be
He used to be, he used to be
My father, he was used to building bunkers
when I was in my prime
Now I can drink and it slowly sucks
Like crime after crime after crime after crime
After time, after time, after time, after time
After time, after time, after time, after time
Time!
I used to raise them by beating them with hats
They used to stroll on my cocks in the sacks
My son has a stupid dick made for the spitting
You plant the virus, please, children who sing
And there's too many bungalows being built
And my liking too many bungalows
Too many bungalows being built
And my liking too many bungalows
Bungalows, bungalows, bungalows
Bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo
оз
Gha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohs
Too many bungalows being built
Too many bungalows being built
And my liking too many bungalows
Bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo
Gha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohs
Bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo, bun-boozhoo
Gha-ohs, gha-ohs, gha-ohs