What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse

Their skin’s a hellish red
They’re only good when dead
They’re vermin as I said, and worse

They’re savages, savages

Barely even human

Savages, savages

Drive them from our shore
They’re not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war

They’re savages, savages
Dirty shrieking devils

Now we sound the drums of war