Woman, grab your children, run and hide
Don't let it catch up with you
You got to fight it to stay alive
If it gets you man, you're through
It smells so rotten and rank
Well, everybody calls it the squank
It's sick, depressive
Getting bigger all the time
Don't help it any way if you can
It's grey and brown and sometimes lime
And it's spreading all over the land
Soon we'll all be breathing out of tanks
If something ain't done about the squank
The meanest thing the world's ever bred
By me and you and my kinfolk too
A monster can't live unless it's fed
And it's being fed by me and by you
Soon it's going to leave the world blank
And we'll all be erased by the squank