He is Lotho Sackville-Baggins
He’s a rotter through and through
His face looks like a pimple
And he smells just like a shrew
His friends are a band of ruffians
They wear clubs and ferocious scowls
Even worse is his ma Lobelia
Her umbrella will make you howl
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
No to Lotho
Now he wants to run the Shire
Now he wants to rule us all
It is time to make a stand to
ensure our homeland doesn’t fall
He is Lotho Sackville-Baggins
He’s a rotter through and through
He’ll buy up all your pipeweed
He will paint the Dragon blue
He’ll steal all of your silver spoons
And the pies from your window sill
He will sell them all to southern lands
Before closing down the mill
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
Say no, say no, say no to Lotho
No to Lotho
