Shoot Him

There were four of us
One of us was the landlord
There were, we were on a drinking spree
I had eaten my take-away
I washed my landlord, he was covered in gravy
The others were amazed how dirty he was
How I was, but I said
He never took a bath
He never takes a bath
So why, why don't we just shoot him?

Björk:
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you just shoot him?

Einar:
I said that's no polite manner to behave in
But something like that I was too drunk to remember
I said, he can't suffer the cold water
He'll die! He'll die!
They said no way, jose!
I said, my name ain't Jose
He said yes it is
But I think he was already dead
He suffered a stroke in the bath
So why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?

Björk:
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you just shoot him?

Einar:
I said, oh, no
And he was so dirty
But why give him a bath?
Why don't you just give him a bullet

Björk:
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?
Why don't you shoot him?

Einar:
In the head?