I was a lonely pin,
ke-ke-ke-ke-ke keen.
I was a loneliest thing
ke-ke-ke-ke-keen, why?
I survive. 
ke-ke-ke-ke-keen.

Fine, if I fall in rive,
fair enough if I lost in fug,
Then I exactly survive,
lying on ground jug.

Small grigs and flyes brings
ki-ki-ki-ki-ki kiss
Nobody their body pierce
ki-ki-ki-ki-ki kiss. Why
They survive.
ki-ki-ki-ki-ki kill.

Be good if I lost in hay,
and not taste the human blood,
now I probably stay
speck of the people fad.