Lil’ personnes, lil’ personnes
How I love lil’ personnes
Love to chop and to serve little men
First I cut off their heads
Then I pull out their bones
Ah mais oui, ça c'est toujours bien
Lil’ personnes, lil’ personnes
Hee hee hee, hon hon hon
With a cleaver I hack them in two
I pull out what’s inside
And I serve it up fried
God, I love little people, don’t you?
Here’s something for tempting the palette
Prepared in the classic technique
First you pound the man flat with a mallet
Then you slash through their skin
Give their belly a slice
Then you rub some salt in
‘Cause it makes it taste nice
Zut alors, I have missed one!
Sacre bleu, what is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent lad?
Quel dommage, what a loss
Here we go, in the sauce
Now some flour, I think just a tad
Now I stuff you with bread
It won't hurt, 'cause you’re dead
And you’re certainly lucky you are
'Cause it’s gonna be hot in my big silver pot
Toodle-oo, little guy! Au revoir!