Owls, everyone is fond of owls
Except for mice and shrews and Simon Cowells

And you know why they come for you
The owls in your dressing room
The owls in your gravy
Even if you hide at sea, there's owls in the navy

Simon Cowell, your days are numbered
Owls will get you while you slumber
In the night they'll come for you
And tear your crazy legs in two

Cos' you're the king of the beavers, the king of the beavers
You cannot deceive us, and you can't fool owls !

The king of the beavers, the king of the beavers
You cannot deceive us, and you can't fool owls !