Roll Out The Pantha

There's a comic, what a comic
Only tragic faces drawn there
And there's always lots of room
For a worry or a gloom
There's OMACs, and there's punching
And a lot of sharp ka-runching
When they read the Crisis
They all come for the "Zing!"
Everytime you hear that blood-go-spurt
Everbody waits for corpses-in-the-dirt
They only want to come back for one thing
They crowd around and sing "Let's kill Ollie, hey!"
And you hear that skull thud on the floor
It's a big (HA HA HA HA) surprise you're waiting for
Then all at once everybody, everybody, forms a ring

For miles around, you'll hear them sing:

Roll Pantha's head out,
decapitation is fun;
Roll Pantha's head out,
we've got her skull on the run!
Tnkchhh! Zing! Izaya!
Join in a round of good jeer;
Now it's time to roll out Pantha,
'Cause her bod's not here!

Take it away boys!