On top of a small hill, all covered with mud
I shot Barney’s head off and blew out his blood
I shot him with pleasure, I shot him with pride
I shot Barney’s head off, I watched as he died
I went to his funeral to see Barney dead
He was much less ugly without any head
I saw a Sponge Minion crying by Barney’s grave
I took a machine gun and shot Barney’s slave
—Eliezer Yudkowsky
Fill Barney with gasoline!
Na na na na na, na na na na
Light a match and watch it gleam
Now Barney is purple ashes
Aren’t you glad you played with matches?
—Eliezer Yudkowsky
(On Top of Old Smokey)
Barney vs. the Federation: Part One; Part Two; Part Three.
(sing to “Deck the Halls”)