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That gigolo magician has been feasting on your kissesI know you went to meet him on the east side of Mt. Mrs.He climbed up the west side and got lostSo he turned into a cave and cut across...I found my bishop in his cups down by the seaHe said, "Thy wife's a backwoods (hic) a backwoods (hic)A backwoods Jezebel, not faithful unto thee"So I went to see my Uncle StaggerleeHe 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 capeI put him in a headlock, but that soulless troll escapedI know you went to see him, didn't you?Oh, it makes me want to saw you both in twoI met my doc on a deserted, misty pierHe whispered, "Mandrake's greatFor making irritations disappear"So I went to see my Uncle StaggerleeHe said, "I heartily agree,But you will never getA little bit of poison out of me"--------That prosti-digitator made himself a cup of teaI spiked him full of poison, which I stole from StaggerleeNow he won't be seeing you, and you won't see himAnd are you thirsty, dear? It's nearly four PM... From Letras Mania