Follow your nose

It always knows

The flavor of death

Where ever it goes

Terror in the supermarket

Shoppers are in horror

Shredded boxes in the aisles

Corpses on the floor

Those who ran

This joy is mine

Now they're going to pay

Super gory slaughter

Now the order of the day!

Toucan, Son of Sam!!

Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids

Follow your nose

It always knows

The flavor of death

Where ever it goes,

Orphaned at the age of five,

Parental guidance missed,

Reschudwich

(???)

Wouldn't talk to him

And he got really pissed,

The remittal chemicals

Have driven him insane,

Now we know the calling

Like it's ringing 'round his brain

Toucan Son of Sam!

Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Toucan Son of Sam!

Part of your nutritious breakfast!