That gigolo magician has been feasting on your kisses I know you went to meet him on the east side of Mt. Mrs He climbed up the west side and got lost So he turned into a cave and cut across...
I found my bishop in his cups down by the sea He said, "Thy wife's a backwoods (hic) a backwoods (hic) A backwoods Jezebel, not faithful unto thee" So I went to see my Uncle Staggerlee He said, "I heartily agree I've heard their groans and grunts-- Go stomp that top hat tomcat fop at once"
I caught that necromancer by the cloak down by the cape I put him in a headlock, but that soulless troll escaped I know you went to see him, didn't you? Oh, it makes me want to saw you both in two
I met my doc on a deserted, misty pier He whispered, "Mandrake's great For making irritations disappear" So I went to see my Uncle Staggerlee He said, "I heartily agree But you will never get A little bit of poison out of me"
That prosti-digitator made himself a cup of tea I spiked him full of poison, which I stole from Staggerlee Now he won't be seeing you, and you won't see him And are you thirsty, dear? It's nearly four PMTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
