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!