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