Eminent professors everywhere,
even those bound to the chair,
all agree whid liddle ol' me-
we'll all be ****** eventually,

We're gonna die - we're gonna fry
pucker up n kiss yer **** g'bye.
it's difficult to comprehend
jus' when this **** is gonna end,

In a ball o' fire we're in the mire-
jeeezzus man we'll all expire !
it may be quick o'er in flick;
clock is ticking tick tock tick,

Or it maybe slow the way ya go
- jus' 'nuf time for one more blow,
either ways it's fair to say
we're gonna end up - - consommé.