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Jasper was fine but he had glass eyesHe crucified me with his pixie coloured liesHis hair was black, he had a bend in his backHe tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracksThe train it come, he started to runJasper C. Debussy that's his kind of funJasper was born with a moth in his mindThe moth was too soft on the curtain behindHe startled the face of a friend of my girl'sHe cut out her eyes and he wore them with fursI get half the dues, wear my shoesTonight you might laugh while crying the news'cause Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of bluesLetras de cancionesMamaJasper he dressed in the darkest of clothesHe wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hoseHis face is like a rock and his eyes like the nightHe's like a grim faced dog that's looking for a fightSilhouette looks like a furry Persian ratWhen you see him coming mama, you'd better runBecause Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun From Letras Mania