DUCK DEATH

Duck Death
The chopping block's ready
The ax is all sharp,
Soon these stupid drakes will be deady.
The wathcers are by the old tarp.

We grab Beetheart,
Out of the cart.
Say goodbye to life,
Get rid of your strife.

Down comes the ax,
Beetheart now quacks,
The head, off comes it,
Ah, death, you zit.

Off comes the head,
The duck is now dead,
Goodbye you loony,
You stupid ol' moony.