We got a baby, we can feast
We can dine three days at least
Baby blood and baby bonesBaby butter for the baby scones
Little baby feets, little baby toes
Ev′ry one of us wants the nose
Baby's had such very bad luck
Now into baby, we will tuck
Eat the baby, add some salt
Bay leaves, barley, powdered malt
Now baby′s salted, she's a treat
Her destiny, its time to meet
Baby we need, baby we feed
Each with our teeth, better than beef
Baby so soft, carried aloft
Big brown eyes, caramelised
He's the Goblin King, yes the Goblin King
He′s not a myth, he′s an actual thing
Here's the king, here′s the king
Here's the king, here′s the King Goblin
We love the king, we sing ding-a-ling
And we love his chin when it's wobbling
He likes to dine on coincidence
It fills him, builds him up and hence
He can eat! He can eat!
Five hundred puppies with golden fur
Orphan boys with jet-black hair
Circus clowns with a red balloon
(He can eat me, he makes me swoon)
A banquet for a king on high
Oh, little baby
Oh, little baby
Say goodbye
