They all, they all, they all, they all became so sick
The teri-teri-teriyaki was toxic.
The complimentary sake was caustic.
The fugu, fugu, fugu, fugu was septic.
Mass murder in a sushi bar.

At quarter to nine, I sat down to dine.
Alone in a nice sushi bar.
People around me were choking.
So much I put out my cigar.

Then just by my side, a pensioner died.
Stone dead in the nice sushi bar.
They were falling around me like pooflies.
Victims of wasabi tuna.

They all, they all, they all, they all became so sick
The teri-teri-teriyaki was toxic.
The complimentary sake was caustic.
The fugu, fugu, fugu, fugu was septic.
Mass murder in a sushi bar.

They all, they all, they all, they all became so sick.
Their poisoned, dying faces were apopleptic.
The scene inside the bar was apocalyptic.
This tragic, fatal, real-life drama with chopsticks.
Mass murder in a sushi bar! Sushi bar! Sushi bar!

At quarter past ten, I stood up and then
The chefs sped away in a car.
I was so shocked at the carnage.
I relit my cuban cigar.

And when the cops came, they pointed the blame.
As I was the sole survivor.
They asked me why I had not perished.
I’d stuffed all my food in my bra.

They all, they all, they all, they all became so sick
The teri-teri-teriyaki was toxic.
The complimentary sake was caustic.
The fugu, fugu, fugu, fugu was septic.
Mass murder in a sushi bar.

They all, they all, they all, they all became so sick.
Their poisoned, dying faces were apopleptic.
The scene inside the bar was apocalyptic
This tragic, fatal, real-life drama with chopsticks.
Mass murder in a sushi bar! Sushi bar! Sushi bar!