Little girls, little girls will save us
Little virgins pure as snow
When the end of the world is upon us
When there's no place left to go

The public loves a flogging or a public execution
When you behead the blood is red, there's no other solution
The public loves severity, the cutting-off of tongues
The torture of the foreigner, the rattle of the guns

But little girls, little girls will save us
Though they may seem weak and frail
The human-headed Blengins of Calverine Island
Save the world from epic fail

And our life is a nest of vipers
Our behaviour a world of pain
And our life is windscreen wipers
Trying to keep up with the rain

Speak harshly to your fellow man and slap him when he slackens
Try imposing martial law, sit back and see what happens
The milk of human kindness is old and out of date
The public needs a populist to make the nation great

But little girls, little girls will save us
Though they may seem weak and frail
The human-headed Blengins of Calverine Island
Save the world from epic fail
The public is sadistic and its bloodlust knows no bounds
The tiniest infraction and it throws you to the hounds
The public needs a figurehead, a filthy kind of father
To objectify its anger, and its hatred of the other

But we'll defeat the Glandolinian vandals
For the sake of the Vivian Girls
With the cumulonimbus behind us
The dearest flowers in all the world

Little girls, little girls will save us
In the lightning and the summer snow
When the end of the world is upon us
When there's no place left to go