| And the swamp was a desolate, treeless bog | |
| Useless rat hole in the back of beyond | |
| One day came a tractor along came a greed man | |
| Start the draining, to tear the turf out of its bed | |
| Splash, splash, splash, went the bog | |
| Crash, crash, crash, went the rig | |
| Crossing the swamp there was a tuft he had to cross | |
| Beneath the turf mat there was a home of an ugly troll | |
| Woke up the swamp lord who was the guardian of the bog | |
| Horror over the man, he heard the sound of a rumbling voice | |
| Who's that wading on my swamp? | |
| Who's that wading in my swamp? | |
| Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation | |
| Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination | |
| Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation | |
| Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination | |
| Now I'm coming to gobble you up | |
| Ha-ha, now I'm coming to gobble you up | |
| Snip, snap, snout | |
| This way out, swampwar | |
| Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation | |
| Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination | |
| Swampwar, the time has come to stop the deprivation | |
| Swampwar, we have to accept instead of domination |