[Governess:]
There's a sad lack of couthness
From the youth of today
You never hear a "how'd you do?"
And up in the nursery the words that I heard
Sounded much more like a rude "***k you" (***k you)
"***k you" (***k you)

So frequently we tell 'em, (***k you)
And vainly we compel 'em (***k you)
To show some courtesy to you...

[Children:]
So go to hell, you lickspittle gobshite
You want to step outside and have a fight?

You're s***, you smell, I defecate on you
On you, on you, and you and you and you

Sod off, and stick it where the sun don't shine
That's what you w***ers should do with champigne

You're thick, and dumb, if brains were dynamite
You could not even give a fag a light
You're sh*te

I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie.
Just look at all you ****ers, you'll see why

[Herr von Krapp:]
Now get upstairs, I'll only tell you once
**** knows just where they get it from, the ****s
The ****s
[Herr von Krapp and Governess:]
The ****s
[Everyone:]
The ****s