And so The very evil children Took the dog out to play in the park Then they took him home And refused To set him on fire They were evil, evil, evil, children And they refused to do As they were told They would say, "Why should we leave the elderly woman In the middle Of the Expressway? No way, we're not doing it." Then they would go downstairs And prepare The Molotov cocktails, Knowing full well That when they were finished, There was no way in hell They were going to blow up The neighbor's barn They were evil, evil, evil children. All their lives, People expected them to do bad. They almost Never delivered* *Last verse stolen from Roger Manning.