I hear when you die after burial
You have to come back as an insect or animal
I hear when you die after burial
You have to come back as an insect or animal
Well if it?s so I don?t want to be a monkey a goat, a sheep
A mule or donkey
My brother say that he will come back a hog
Not Harry I think I?ll be a bed bug
And I will bite them fat people harder
Than a hot dog or a Hamburger
But if you?re skinny there?s no cause for fright
It?s only all the fat ones I?m going to bite
You must believe me when I confess
I be a different bed bug from all of the rest
I biting no ordinary people
They have to be quite social and respectable
Such as big time doctors and Ministers, Head of States
And other world figures
And when I bite them friends I?m going out and pose
Calling myself King bed-bug the first
And when I eat up all I can chew
I?m going to look for something useful to do
At the united nations I?ll make a start
Checking on the Delegates that take a part
If I see anyone try to sabotage
By word or deed in the world at large
I sharpen up my teeth like a razorblade
Bray back on my hunches and make a raid
And I will bite them delegates harder
Than a hotdog or a hamburger
But if you?re skinny there?s no cause for fright
It?s only all the fat ones I?m goin? to bite
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