With a dark grin on my face I smile,
With a pale sky over my head I look downward,
With a dark mien twisting my face I grow crooked,
And with a pale life in a pale world I am laughing.

School walk LOW
School walk LOW
School walk LOW
School walk LOW

With a dark blot on my face I smile,
Even though I did properly do my washing.
And when I think he’ll be coming out now to go walking,
With a pale face I instantly make myself start grinning.

School walk LOW
School walk LOW
School walk LOW
School walk LOW

With this dark face can I still rightly smile I wonder.
With that pale face you look very sick, I hear a voice say.
Slithering along, wobbling along, rambling along, it goes on and on, my way to school.
And you who I’d like to murder just smile so happily.

(With a dark grin on my face I smile…)
(With a pale sky over my head I smile…)