H 60 The Thugs Go Riding
                              Giuseppe Vittorio Corsini
Sung To The Tune Of The Ants Go Marching

The thugs go riding one by one,
Huzzah, Huzzah.
The thugs go riding one by one,
Huzzah, Huzzah.
The thugs go riding one by one,
It's time to get ready so grab your gun

Because we'll all go riding down, to the village, to thin out the herd!
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

Two: You need only fear what we plan to do

Three: Shoot 'em in the back when they try to flee

Four: That would be us kicking down your door

Five: I'll kill you last if you leave any alive

Six: When we run out of bullets, we'll pick up sticks

Seven: I'll be damned if I go to Heaven

Eight: Ride the flank and don't be late

Nine: Raze the village but save the wine

Ten: When it's all over, we'll do it again