Tekster:
Shivaree I Oughtta Give You A Shot In The Head For Making Me Live In This Dump

cats A few stupid boys And a rock for good luck Two different eyes Leave your red birds to sing us lullabies And some books and a baby A ceiling of gold

The cannibal king with the big nose ring Fell in love with a sweet young maid And every night by the pale moonlight This is what you'll hear him say

Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair Tell fish and Tracy the weathers fair Been eleven hours were on a dare Arrivederci to my old chair I've been told that

she's hangin' Just waiting around For Jesus She does raindances and she knows the score All the back alley banjo boys lie down and die on the floor Sewing stories for

I don't care you can do most anything I am on a string and you can lead me anywhere I'll go there willingly Some may say I'm for you to use and throw

I didn't want you to come to my party anyway He's going to play you a dream Dress you up in chocolate And finish you with cream Squeeze you till you're