Old Tom Furby was a very special man
Of the Seven Hundred Molemen he's the only one who can
Take a sword, a bag and knotted string and make a cunning plan
And go into the woods to kill the Furbies

Kill them all! Kill them all!
And banish them forever
They are deadly, they are evil
They are hairy and they never
Seem to pay for all their wickedness
And that is his endeavour
He's going to torture, maim and kill the furbies

They creep around the woods at night
And look for folks to hug
And telling mole men "I Wuv Oo!"
And other things that bug!
They know no shame and cannot sing
It doesn't stop them trying
So hurry dear old Tom and kill the furbies

Kill them all! Kill them all!
And banish them forever
They are deadly, they are evil
They are hairy and they never
Seem to pay for all their wickedness
And that is his endeavour
He's going to torture, maim and kill the furbies

So if you see old Tom around the place
Then stop and say hello
And if he's feeling sociable, then with him you can go
Then fur will fly and blood will spill
As carving them up – oh-
All the fun you're going to have when killing furbies

Kill them all! Kill them all!
And banish them forever
They are deadly they are evil
They are hairy and they never
Seem to pay for all their wickedness
And that is our endeavour
We're going to torture, maim and kill the furbies

Kill them all! Kill them all!
And banish them forever
They are deadly, they are evil
They are hairy and they never
Seem to pay for all their wickedness
And that is our endeavour
We're going to torture, maim and kill the furbies
We're going to torture, maim and kill the furbies
We're going to torture, maim and kill the furbies