How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpies sing some shiny song
Old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
In the elevator
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
Here come old Kerosene Hat
With his earflaps waxed, a-courtin' his girl
Come clattering here on your old cloven skates
With that devilish spoon
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
When you're submarine
So don'tcha bother me, Death, with your leathery ways
And your old chase lounge
A wickerman's fence of heather retires
And the cook's gone mad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
When you're submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
From the rattling chair
Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
My medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
So life's a scream
(Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies)
(All fall down)
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