Oy, you skinny lad,
You look pretty bad,
What happened, skinny lad?
Why do you look so sad?
Oy, you skinny lad,
Are you turning mad?
Wasting all the money you had,
On a bunch of toads.
Oy, you skinny lad,
Why aren’t you glad?
You didn’t have it bad,
Just a stich on the head.
Oy, you skinny lad,
Don’t make it so hard,
Or I will slash your forehead,
With the can lid,
And you will bleed.
Oy, you skinny lad,
you are dead.
