There were four of us One of us was the landlord There were, we were on a drinking spree I had eaten my take-away I washed my landlord, he was covered in gravy The others were amazed how dirty he was How I was, but I said, He never took a bath, He never takes a bath, So why, why don't we just shoot him?
Björk Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar I said that's no polite manner to behave in But something like that I was too drunk to remember I said, he can't suffer the cold water He'll die! he'll die! They said no way, jose! I said, my name ain't jose He said yes it is But I think he was already dead He suffered a stroke in the bath So why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him?
Björk Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar I said oh no And he was so dirty But why give him a bath? Why don't you just give him a bullet
Björk Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him?
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