Lyrics:

Come here, little boy
I'm a friend of your mother's
Get in the car
I'll give you a candy bar if you get in the car, okay?

He's got his camera
And some deep seeded obsessions
His Nordic heritage
And sexual frustrations

He wants to be Leif Erikson
To discover America
But he's not, he's just a photographer
Who likes little boys in viking suits

He likes to take the young boys
Walking home from school in his neighborhood
Take them to his studio
And dress them up in viking suits

Words of wisdom, each one rings true
Watching little brothers could happen to you
So then don't grow up to be a guy
Who takes pictures of little boys in viking suits
Don't grow up to be a guy
Who takes pictures of little boys in viking suits

Viking suits
In viking suits
In viking suits
Viking suits
In viking suits
In viking suits
In viking suits
Come here, little boy