You're the next one, Betty Sue
And I'll get away with murder
'Cause I always do
With your head I'll make
A wonderful follicle stew
Maybe I'll throw in your
Fingers too
Your toes I'll flush
Down the loo
Your torso'll be logged as
Corpse twenty-two
The cops'll start investigating
Right on cue
They'll find a scapegoat and kill 'im
Till he's dead as you
The family of the innocent man
Will proceed to sue
I disappear under the cover
Of all the hullabaloo
When all is clear I'll
Start the cycle anew