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 confеss
I be a different bеd 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