Sycamore Smith
The Bounce, The Bulge & The Ball
The engineer and I began to wrestleHe wouldn't let me blow the whistle when I wantedSo I bounced him out the door and off a trestleInto a river that was loaded with piranha I'm rocking back & forth beneath the light bulbMy chair will not sit level any moreSomething that I buried makes a slight bulgeAnd my chair goes "thumpa-thumpa" on the floor... Dancing 'round the gallows in their twosomesThey followed while the caller called the callsBut when he hollered "Swing yer partner!"It got gruesomeDown at the Hangman's Ball...
From Letras Mania