Ein! Zwei! Drei! Hammer!

Ooooh, you cannot reach me now

Ooooh, no matter how you try

Goodbye, cruel world, it's over

Walk on by.

Sitting in a bunker

Here Behind my wall

Waiting for the worms to come

In perfect isolation

Here behind my wall

Waiting for the worms to come

(Megaphone: Will the audience convene at one fifteen

outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be...)

Waiting (to cut out the deadwood).

Waiting (to clean up the city).

Waiting (to follow the worms).

Waiting (to put on a black shirt).

Waiting (to weed out the weaklings).

Waiting (to smash in their windows and kick in their doors)

Waiting (for the final solution to strengthen the strain).

Waiting to follow the worms.

Waiting (to turn on the showers and fire the ovens).

Waiting (for the queens and the coons and the Reds and the Jews).

Waiting (to follow the worms).

Would you like to see

(backgr: Would you like to see us rule again, my friend?)

Britannia rule again, my friend?

All you have to do is follow the worms.

Would you like to send

(backgr: Would you like to send them home again, my friend?)

Our colored cousins home again, my friend?

All you need to do is follow the worms.