Old man's hose from knee to wrist Oh, I could laugh if I was pissed Home sweet home The dog and his bone No cause for alarm I'll do no harm Where valley found the snapping rafter I do believe, I do believe Those wild men watched my life in the bush I do believe, I do believe Good habit makes the man Boom-a-boom Bang-a-bang The hangman I may be Death is granted The white man's money But none of it for me Archbishop and orangutan Close to man, close to man Like a rotting Romeo in a can Close to man, close to man One of us can kill a dog And one of us can lie But two of us can take control I do believe, I do believe Good manners makes a man Boom-a-boom Bang-a-bang The hangman I may be Death is granted The white man's money But none of it for me Hoorah! In these lands These burning hands Committed slaughter By the water So burn the book And clean the can And tell the story Of this man Boom-a-boom Bang-a-bang The hangman I may be Death is granted The white man's money But none of it for me Boom-a-boom Bang-a-bang The hangman I may be Death is granted The white man's money But none of it for me Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!