Bog People

Bog People got no reason
Bog People got no reason
Bog People got no reason
To rot

They got aged bods
Mummified
They lie around
In their sphagnum beds
They got broken noses
And strangulated throats
They wear deerskin shoes
On their leath'ry dried up feet

Well, I don't want no Bog People
Don't want no Bog People
Don't want no Bog People
`Round here

Bog People are just the same
As you and I
(Here's mud in your eye)
All men are brothers
Until the day they're dried
(It's A Dru-id-y World)

Bog People got nowhere to
Bog People got nowhere to
Bog People got nowhere to
To Yde

They got little mucky heads
That sink so low
You got to dig 'em up
Just to say hello
They got marshy bogs
Full of peat, peat, peat
They got ropey nooses
Goin' urk, urk, urk
They got boggy little fingers
And boggy little minds
They're gonna bog you every time
Well, I don't want no Bog People
Don't want no Bog People
Don't want no Bog People
'Round here