The mole pops up, the club comes down.
I smack that furry thing right on the crown.
Whackin' a mole, taking a toll.
Hey, I'm in the zone. Yes I am on a roll.

The mole peeks out, my mallet swings.
I'm not blood-thirsty but I love these things.
Whackin' a mole, that is my goal.
Gotta get top score, then I'll take a stroll.

Thwack! Smack! Crack! Whackin' a mole.
Now! Pow! Wow! It's in my soul.

Here at the fair and the game room,
Those furry "varmits" soon will meet their doom.
Whackin' a mole, like it's a troll.
Then my friends and I - will go downtown and bowl.


(Instrumental interlude)


Bang! Clang! Dang! Whackin' a mole.
Whump! Bump! Thump! (Aren't these words droll!).

Put four more coins - in the machine.
Soon my pocket cash will be stripped clean.
Whackin' a mole, that is my role.
I'd better leave or soon - I'll be on the dole.

Punch! Crunch! Scrunch! Whackin' a mole.
Swing! Bing! Ching! Top of my poll.

(Fade out)