There's a frog in his throat
There's evil in his eyes
Mister Frodo pities him, I don't sympathise
And he seems much more helpful than I thought he would be
He's creepy and crawly
He's Slinker and Stinker to me

He catches some conies
And eats their raw fleshes
His idea of an oath
Is "We swears on the precious!"
Mister Frodo's in danger if he ever breaks free
He's a rotten old thief
And he's Slinker and Stinker to me

Oh, he argues with himself
It's the One Ring he wants
Calls my master his friend
He only wears a loincloth
He's terribly exposed
The ring poisoned his mind

He promised to show us
The way into Mordor
But I think he forgets
We don't run on all fours
He catches blind fishes
With uncanny speed
He doesn't like taters
He's Slinker and Stinker to me

I'm mistrustful of him
So he calls me "cruel'
But my old Gaffer, he
Didn't raise no fool
Though I can't yet accuse him
I know he's guilty
And what I'd like to do
Is throw him in Mount Doom
Coz he's Slinker and Stinker to me