Kill ‘em all, that’s what I say,
Shoot the little kids at play,
Kill the dads and kill the mums,
Drown the daughters, burn the sons.
Hang the little doggies too,
Strangle pussies ‘til they’re blue,
Dynamite those swimmy fishes,
Fry ‘em up, they’ll taste delicious.
Stone the birdies in their trees,
Stomp the flowers and shoot the bees
Don’t forget those nasty sheep:
Pile their bodies in a heap.
Next you do the pigs and cowses:
Chop ‘em up and burn their houses
Don’t let all those ants go free:
Nail their bodies to a tree.
Even though you’ll go to hell,
Kill ‘em all, you might as well.
Kill ‘em all and do it right:
There’s nothing on TV tonight.