I'm wearing a long black overcoat, a grey knitted cap And I have a walking stick Don't care who you are but you know me You call me "Mr. Death" My ambition is to destroy all the kids Cos they are so malicious Screaming little bastards just fooling around But they sure look delicious Delicious Sugar Daddy's here to stay Gonna take your kids away I'm the course of your weakened health No use calling help Stone Cold