Follow your nose
It always knows
The flavor of death
Where ever it goes

Terror in the supermarket
Shoppers are in horror
Shredded boxes in the aisles
Corpses on the floor

Those who ran
This joy is mine
Now they're going to pay
Super gory slaughter
Now the order of the day!
Toucan, Son of Sam!!
Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids

Follow your nose
It always knows

The flavor of death
Where ever it goes,
Orphaned at the age of five,
Parental guidance missed,
Reschudwich
(???)
Wouldn't talk to him
And he got really pissed,
The remittal chemicals
Have driven him insane,
Now we know the calling
Like it's ringing 'round his brain

Toucan Son of Sam!
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
Toucan Son of Sam!

Part of your nutritious breakfast!

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER J. BUSCAGLIA, GREG REYNARD