Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Way up north where it is cold, you know they ain’t got gold They all make their living from the seal skins they’ve sold. Me I like the killing, because it’s so fulfilling And I hate to see a baby seal grow old.

CHORUS: You don’t bludgeon a seal ‘cause you want a meal You do it cause you want to hear those little suckers squeal. You hit ‘em on the head, and you do it just for kicks And you poke out their eyes with your eye-pokin’ sticks. (Two - Three - Four)

My daddy was a little mean, my mama was a bit obscene, Maybe that’s the reason for the way that I feel. You might not believe me, but my woman wants to leave me So I guess I’ll take it out on a baby seal.

The Liberals want to lock me up because I kill the seal pups And tie their fur up into little bales. I know that it won’t be long ‘til all the baby seals are gone So I guess I’ll just start wiping out the whales.

Slice ‘em, dice ‘em, roto-till ‘em, chop ‘em up or just plain kill ‘em, Their fur comes off with just one easy peel (RIP, RIP, RIP) People, people don’t you cry cause I know that when I die I’ll be coming back as a baby seal… .