They'll come at ya when you're garden looks so good.
They're all over if you travel through the woods.
They'll attack ya through the walls in your homes.
And they absolutely wont leave you alones.
But I am glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, they'll crawl ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll bite ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll crawl ya if you're sittin' on the floor.
They'll love ya when you're walkin' through the door.
But I am glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

They'll attack ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll attack ya when you use some syrup maple.
They'll attack ya when you pick clovers for luck
They'll attack ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, glad that they're not in my pants,
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, you'll spray and you say that it's the end.
Then they'll attack you soon as they come back again.
They'll attack you whether you are near or far.
They'll attack you if their nests in your guitar
Yes, but I "m glad they're not in my pants
Everybody must hate ants.

Well, they'll wait for you until your walkin' home
They're waitin' for you behind the lawn gnome
They'll bite you and then say you are brave.
They'll crawl you when you are set down in your grave.
But at least they're not in my pants.
Everybody must hate ants.