Candace: Psst. Mom.
Linda: Candace, have you been near the wild parsnips again?
Candace: Yes, but you got to see what Phineas and Ferb are doing.
Linda: What is it now?
Candace: Those boys are always up to something
And it's bringing me to tears
Cause just before you get home
It always just magically disappears
Those boys are evil
But before you get home they somehow always clean up the mess
Those boys are evil
Let me spell it out for you mom
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
They built a roller coaster
And a beach in the backyard
Drove cattle through the city
And messed up the boulevard
They took me back in time
When we went to that museum
They built fifty foot tree-house robots
But still you didn't see 'em
Those boys are evil
Their crazy shenanigans cause me all kinds of distress
Those boys are evil
Sing it with me
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
I know you think they're saints
But Mom, I'm here to tell
Those B-O-Y-S, they're just E-V-I-L
Those boys are evil
They're making me feel like my head's in a hydraulic press
And that don't feel too good!
Those boys are evil
Everybody!
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
That's what I'm talking about
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
That's right those boys are
Evil little boys!