Little snow, little barrio
Little Paul, little Muriel
Little gnome, little Toad of (?)
Little nose, little smilin' mouth
I'm goin down
I'm goin down
I heard the sermon on the mound
They want your guardians to bow
They want your blood, and they want it now
It'll go like it always goes
Wind'll blow like it always blows
It'll snow as it often snows
Grass'll grow as it needs to grow
It'll all go down
It'll all go down
I know what hidin's all about
And what your parents disallowed
They want your blood, and they want it now