Oh, this is so divine, I cannot contain me
On your left you will see - in the end we're all taxidermy
And on your right you will observe, that we all get what we deserve
Won't you come round for tea? Isn't this swimmingly...?

Join us at the party, at the party
Join us at the party, at the party
Do you want to be afraid for your whole life?

Dear old Hieronymus couldn't stand the tunes
And he went home in a impotent rage
Picked up his paintbrush and stuck it up his ass
Spat on the canvass and entered the stage

He crucified the lutist on a broken violin
Gagged the drummer with mud and acrimony
An open mouthed gargoyle swallowed 3/4 time
And the flautist's being rutted by a pony

Hieronymus Bosch was a bit of a sadist
Bit of a Puritan, bit of a shame his
Talent was wasted on he.
Got a bit miffed at the postman's daughter
Got his revenge when he put her to slaughter
Had fire and brimstone for his tea.

Cheer up Hieronymus! Cheer up Hieronymus!

If you go down to the masquerade, you're in for a big surprise
They're pulling their teeth out, they're tugging at their hair, they're clawing their bloodshot eyes
Dancing on rooftops and dancing on graves, and slapping their hairy thighs
And our guest of honour tonight is Mr Bosch, he set the crowd alight

Walpurgisnacht Walpurgisnacht
Hieronymus says hi...