Well ha, ha, ha, gonna getcha,
Ha ha ha, you can’t escape,
Ha ha ha, you can run
But I’ll be the last step that you take.

Blah, blah, blah, you can talk talk,
Blah blah blah and philosophize,
Blah, blah, blah, I can’t hear you,
I’m the first thing you see when you close your eyes.

I don’t care if you’re rich or poor.
I don’t care if you lock the door.
I don’t care if you’re a fool or wise.
Don’t care if you won the Nobel Prize.

Naa naa naa, better worry,
Naa naa naa, better live in fear,
Naa naa naa, better hurry
Cause time’s winged chariot is drawing near.

I don’t care about your color.
I don’t care about your child or mother.
I don’t care if you believe in Jesus.
Jesus can pick up the pieces.

Boo hoo hoo, all your achievements,
Bo hoo hoo, all your agreements,
Boo hoo hoo, they’re all bereavements,
When I do the Reaper’s Strut.

I don’t care if you’re a refugee,
Or if you built an island in the China Sea.
I don’t care if you’re a man of means.
I only care about your smithereens.

Boo hoo hoo, all your achievements,
Bo hoo hoo, all your agreements,
Boo hoo hoo, they’re all bereavements,
When I do the Reaper’s Strut.