Woman, grab your children, run and hide.
Don´t let it catch up with you.
You gotta fight it to stay alive,

and if it gets you, man, you´re through.

It smells so rotten and rank.
Well, everybody calls it the squank.

It´s sick, depressin, gettin´ bigger all the time.
Don´t help it any way you can.
It´s grey and brown and sometimes lime
and it´s spreadin´ all over the land.

And soon we´ll be all breathin´ out of tanks
if somethin´ ain´t done about the squank.

The meanest thing the world´s ever bred
by me and you and my kinfold too.
A monster can´t live unless it´s fed,
and it´s being fed by me and you.

And soon it´s gonna leave the world blank,
and we´ll all be erased by the squank.