When I was a little boy, I didn't have a dad
So I built a miniature butcher shop instead
In my mind I butchered hogs and cut off chicken heads
With little curiosity and even less regret
I wanted to be a butcher, a jolly butcher
I would fill my display case with poultry, pork and beef
Taking pleasure from the allocation of my meat
I wanted to be a butcher, a jolly butcher
Why doesn't everybody wanna be a butcher? (repeats)