Listen here,

She cut off her ear my dear, her ear.

My dear,

She cut of her ear!

But now I can only shout so loud,

She might not be able to hear-

 

Dreadful as the pie at noon

You know it will never be apple,

Grapes that ripen at sour spoon

The prostitute left the chapel.

 

Duke, the duke howls the horn

Twit too-woo

The night is now dawn.

Blinking eyes follow my stocks,

Throwing rotten eggs

Tomatoes and rocks.

 

Bells are ringing it’s a puritan age

Jesse James buckled her boots,

Traditional ale and heaven scent sage

The joker choked at the sight of the noose-