Simpering, whimpering

Sid crawls out

Scampering about

On the playground

Waiting for little boys

He’s got lots of toys

Back in his home underground

Simpering Sid runs around

Around, and around

Circling his prey

You’re bound to go down

Underground

When you play with Simpering Sid

You better watch out kid

Beware of simpering, whimpering

Things out and about

If you hear a strange noise give us a shout

We’re the souls of the dead boys,

The friends of Simpering Sid

You better watch out

Before he rips you into strips

Before he cracks your bones between his teeth, kid

Yes, that’s our old pal,

Simpering Sid!