They'll come at ya when you're garden looks so good,
They'll attack ya just a-like you knew they would.
They'll attack ya through the walls in your home.
And they'll attack ya when you' leave them alone.
But I an glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, they'll crawl ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll bite ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll crawl ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll love ya when you're walkin' out the door.
But I an glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

They'll attack ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll attack ya when you use some syrup maple.
They'll attack ya when you're tryin' to save a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, glad that the're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, you'll spray and you say that it's the end.
Then they'll attack you and then they'll come back again.
They'll attack you when you're riding in your car.
They'll attack you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I "m glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, they'll attack you when you walk all alone.
They'll attack you when you are walking home.
They'll bite you and then say you are brave.
They'll crawl you when you are set down in your grave.
But at least they're not in my pants.
Everybody must hate ants.