Caillou, the whiny kid,
Is annoying in ev'ry regard.
He's whining, and it's e'er ad nauseum
As I watch him act like a retard.

Caillou, the skinhead punk,
Is from Quebec, the land of Frenchies.
He shouldn't talk his separatism sh*t
When his friends will so gladly punch me.

And whenever I should be forced, Caillou (of course),
To listen to you go whining about
Your little quips that go for hours and drain my power,
I swear I will rise and then knock you out.

Caillou, don't pain my ears;
You have troubled even the patient.
You've whined now for over 9000 years
And forced me to go through the motions.

So kick him out and bust him in--Caillou, I mean--
And tear his flesh, smoking all his muscles.
Tear out his tongue so no more is Caillou whinin',
But we must hasten or fall into tussles.

Caillou, your doom is nigh;
We'll annoy you as you've annoyed us.
We'll fight these, the Frenchies who support you;
Drowned in some Dew, you'll not enjoy us.

Tag.
Na, na, na, na na na na, na na na na, Caillou.