Ants Marching Mad Myrtle
One, two, three, four!
(hey, ho!)
The ants go marching up my bum (hurrah,
hurrah!) The ants go marching up my bum (hurrah,
hurrah!)
Hobart, it's marching up my bum
The little one stops to pick his bum And they all go
marching down to the ground To get out of my bum hole,
hole, hole
(boom, boom,
boom!)
The ants go marching up my bum (hurrah,
hurrah!) Hobart, they're matching up my bum (hurrah,
hurrah!)
The little one stops to pick his bum And they all go
marching down to the ground To get out of my bum hole,
hole, hole (ow!)
Oh, why Hobart, why the bum?
(why, oh why?) They're marching,
marching, one by one
They all go marching down to the ground!
To get out of my bum hole!
Hole!
Hole!
Hole! (phew!)