I hear
when you die after burial
You come back as an insect or
animal
Well, I don't want to be a donkey
Neither a sheep, a goat, a monkey
Me brother say he want
to come back a ho g
Not me, I want to be a bed bug
I'm going to bite them beautiful legs
Like an onion or a Danish pastry
And if you know you're thin,
well, don't be afraid
There's only big battling men
I'm going to fight
Oh, yeah!
Well, what do you want to be?
I ask Mr. Ross
He say he beg the devil to turn him a horse
I ask another test, they call Lord Ross
He say he want to come back
a big black wood ant
Well, they too foolish
when you come back a horse
You carry people, Lord,
get licked from your false
And as a wood ant,
it's only gold would you eat
But as a bed bug, I bite in the human meat
I'm going to bite in beautiful ladies
Like an onion or a Danish pastry
And if you know you've
been well done
Being a fright is only beaten
By the women I'm going to bite
Oh, yes, I'll let you
I want you to believe me,
so help me bless
I'll be a different kind of bed bug
from all the rest
I ain't biting ordinary people
They've got to be both
social and respectable
Like female doctors and
barristers
Duchesses, princesses with nice figures
And when I come in back,
well, you'll hear me boast
I'm callin' meself
King Bedford the Foist
I'm going to bite them beautiful ladies
Like an onion or a Danish pastry
And if you know you're thin,
well, don't be afraid
There's only big fat wo
men I'm going to bite
Yeah, I'm going to bite
them beautiful ladies
Like an onion or a Danish pastry
And if you know you're thin,
well, don't be afraid
But there's only big fat women