Gordon -

To those who knew him, Gordon was a browbeater

Wretched, filthy, and ugly was he

Delinquent was sick, perverted, and a cheater

And through only one eye could he see

He fancied himself a cannibal and the kids, he would chase

Into the fields where they could not be heard

He would tend to eat the brain, while molesting a private place

The games he devised were wicked and absurd

And we sang one, two, three!

He was as evil as could be

Six six six!

Was how he got his kicks

The derelict would squat in the shacks he could find

Where he’d tarnish the floors in red

He captured stray cats until he felt so inclined

To beat them until they were dead

And we’d sing one, two, three!

He was as evil as can be

Six six six!

Was how he got his kicks

And the people that knew Gordon

All wished that he would die

Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

There was a last lamenting at a proud mother’s grave

Her tears were woeful and lavish

When Gordon caught sight of her, he began to crave

He approached her with plans to ravish

As Gordon was molesting, the ground began to shake

Dead mother started rising from her grave

Well she could not rest in peace

For her daughter’s sake

She returned so her child she could save

The culprit was caught and for his sins, he would die

Dead mother would not permit a rape

The corpse thrust her fingers into his one good eye

Blinding him, so he could not escape

Now Gordon is no more!

We found him yesterday!

Naked and bloody as can be!

Now you know that punk deserved

To die that gruesome way!

We left him there for everyone to see!

And we sing one, two, three!

He was as evil as can be

Six six six!

Was how he got his kicks

And the people that knew Gordon

All wished that he would die

Go to hell, and fry, Gordon fry!

And the people that knew Gordon

All wished that he would die

Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!

Go to hell and fry

Gordon

Fry!