text: Eins, zwei, drei, alle!
  Ooh-ooh, you cannot reach me now
  Ooh-ooh, no matter how you try
  Goodbye, cruel world, its over
  Walk on by
  Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
  Waiting for the worms to come 
  In perfect isolation here behind my wall
  Waiting for the worms to come
  Testing. One. Two. One. Two. We’re all going to convene at 1:15 outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be going...
   To cut out the deadwood
   To clean up the city
   To follow the worms
   To put on a black shirt
   To weed out the weaklings
   To smash in their windows and kick in their doors
   For the final solution to strengthen the strain
   To follow the worms
   To turn on the showers and fire the ovens
   For the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
   To follow the worms
  Would you like to see Britannia Rule again
  My friend?
  All you have to do is follow the worms
  Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again
  My friend?
  All you need to do is follow the worms
  Stop!