Farfie the Snowman, was a happy psycho soul,

With a few knives and his straightjacket, and one eye glinting gold.

Farfie the Snowman, is a psycho freak, they say.

He was made of Irish blood, but they know he went insane some day.

There must have been some magic, in the scarfie that he got.

For when he wrapped it round his neck, he began to stab and shout!

Oh, Farfie the Snowman, was insane as you or me.

And as they say he could stab and play,

Like and assassin should be!

Stabbity, stab stab, Stabbity stab stab,

Look at Farfie go!

Stabbity, stab stab, Stabbity stab stab,

See the red blood flow!

Farfie the Snowman, knew the closet was so cool,

So he said, "Hang me upside down and I know I'll have some fun."

So he hung there long, with a straightjacket on,

Swinging back and forth and up and down.

Saying, "Stop me if you can."

Till B-Chan came and threw him down, saying, "Stop messing with my head."

And Farfie did and he ate his scarf, jumping up and down.

For Farfie the Snowman, was a psycho through and through,

But he waved his knife, saying once or twice, "Scarfie for Farfie!"