There were four of us One of us was the landlord There were, we were on a drinking spree I had eaten my take-away I washed my landlord, he was covered in gravy The others were amazed how dirty he was How I was, but I said He never took a bath He never takes a bath So why, why don't we just shoot him?
Björk: Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar: I said that's no polite manner to behave in But something like that I was too drunk to remember I said, he can't suffer the cold water He'll die! He'll die! They said no way, jose! I said, my name ain't Jose He said yes it is But I think he was already dead He suffered a stroke in the bath So why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him?
Björk: Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you just shoot him?
Einar: I said, oh, no And he was so dirty But why give him a bath? Why don't you just give him a bullet
Björk: Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him? Why don't you shoot him?
