Lyrics Fat Little Killer Boy - The Dead South

Fat Little Killer Boy
Eggs, Sugar and Joy
Pappa used to beat em
And Momma used to knead him
Like some rolly Polly boy
Now he's making food out of you
Slicing this piece in two
Hate taught how to make him
Learn just how to bake em
Into some tasty joy
Fat Little Killer Boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
Or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, Fat Little Killer Boy
Hit you in the head with a hammer
Kill you and make up a batter
Put you in a cake
Bake you til you're great
Cut you then served on a platter
Perogies, cabbage rolls too
Them boys teased you all the way through
Called you little fatty
Slapped you like a patty
Now they're in a tasty stew
Fat Little Killer Boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
Or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, you're so
Fat little killer boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
Or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, Fat Little Killer Boy
Fat Little Killer Boy
Eggs, Sugar and Joy