text: Einar
  Kann vi ekki skjóta hann?
  There were four of us
  One of us was the landlord
  There were, we were on a drinking spree
  I had eaten my take-away
  I washed my landlord, he was covered in gravy
  The others were amazed how dirty he was
  How I was, but I said
  He never took a bath
  He never takes a bath
  So why, why dont we just shoot him?
  Björk
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you just shoot him?
  Einar
  I said thats no polite manner to behave in
  But something like that I was too drunk to remember
  I said, he cant suffer the cold water
  Hell die! Hell die!
  They said no way, José!
  I said, my name aint José
  He said yes it is
  But I think he was already dead
  He suffered a stroke in the bath
  So why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Björk
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you just shoot him?
  Einar
  I said oh no
  And he was so dirty
  But why give him a bath?
  Why dont you just give him a bullet
  Björk
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Why dont you shoot him?
  Einar
  In the head?