Tune: (Clementine)

Chorus:
Little black things,
Little black things,
Crawling up and down my arms,
If I wait till they have babies,
I can start a black things farm!

Haven't had a bath in two years,
And I never change my clothes,
But I've got these little black things,
Where they come from, Heaven knows!
- Chorus

Once a cute girl, tried to kiss me,
But she screamed and gave a yell,
And she ran before I could ask her,
Was it the black things or the smell?
- Chorus