Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget
Untwinkle, little ee

My ainly pang'll be regret
maiden I will dee

But I'll turn into a nightingale
My song will warm thy heart

Well I'll turn into a threshing machine 
And tear thy bird apart

But I'll turn into a vampire 
And kiss you on the neck

Well I'll turn into a silver cross 
And send thee back to Heck

But I'll turn into a hydrogen bomb 
And atomize the air

Well I'll turn into a [bad word] 
And you'll see if I care

But I'll turn into a supernova 
And burn up everything

Well I'll turn into a black little hole 
And you'll turn into string

But I'll turn into God Himself 
And then [bad word] to me

Well I will not believe in you 
And then where will you be?