Bill, oh no, oh no, you scream so shrill,
You were the star of live TV on Saturday.
Oh, look out for that anvil, really hope your're OK.
Sluggo hates Mr. Bill, always abusin',
He always makes you die Bill, your life must be gruelin'.
To Sluggo and Hands you gotta plea, poor old Spot'll be killed.

Oh no! you go, you scream so shrill,
And it's their choice to set you fire and raise some hell.
And they're never gonna treat your doggy well.
They were really just funnin' with that Zamboni,
That's when they sliced your dog up like pepperoni.
To Sluggo and Hands you gotta plea, poor old Spot'll be killed.

Oh no! you go, you scream so shrill,
Was that explosion blew you 'part into dog chow,
So Bill, you gotta keep on takin' whacks and pows.
Let's blow up Bill,
Hear him scream shrill,
Each week they bury you, Bill.
I got the Mr. Bill blues,
Please bury that Bill,
I got the Mr. Bill blues,
Bury that Bill.