Just look at him there he stands
With his nasty hair and hands
Anything to me is sweeter
Than Shockheaded Peter

See his nails are never cut
They're as grim as black as soot
Anything to me is sweeter
Than Shockheaded Peter

And this sloven I declare
Has never once combed his hair
Yes this sloven I declare
Has never once combed his hair

So anything to me is sweeter
Than Shockheaded Peter
Anything to me is sweeter
Than Shockheaded Peter

Shockheaded Peter