Lice, lice, they’re hellish as they feast on you,
Lice, lice, they crawl out from their nests and chew.
Fears, fears—you’re fearful they’ll be eating you—
Shears, shears, you feel like taking to your pubes.

If they should get nads attack-y—
Must go on the warpath now.
Lice, lice are tastin’ your parts.

You think that maybe that tart girl,
Perhaps not such a good lay.
Days later you have your part furled—
They’re feasting—a buffet!

Lice, lice—you are aggrieved; they work away.
Lice, lice—nits burst. . .they nips your nads and fray.
They’re tasting where you feel bonely—
Some you ice—more come around.
Lice, lice are tastin’ your parts.

You know now they’re nads attack-y—
Must go on the warpath now
Lice, lice:
You waste ’em—it smarts!

You’re thinking it was that tart girl
Caused all those eggs to lay.
So hastily on your part’s hurled
Cream that designed to slay.

Cry, baaaaaaaaaah, cry like babies;
You’re aggrieved, though no more they play
Lice, lice—the cream has made your nads OK.
But you’re in pain where you’re bonely. . .
Ere long you won’t keep it down.

Try, try to stay ’way from tarts.