The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers, they are trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse But the town has no need to be nervousThe ghost of Belle Starr, she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun, she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper, who sits At the head of the Chamber of CommerceMama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for food I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesThe hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming, she moans, «I’ve just been made» Sends out for the doctor, who pulls down the shade And says, «My advice is to not let the boys in»And the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride «Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it’s not poison»Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for food I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesNow, John the blacksmitht, he torturing a thief
Says to the hero, the Commander-in-chief «Tell me, great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?»The Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, «Death to all those who have whimper and cry» And, dropping a barbell, he points to the sky Saying, «The sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken»Mama’s in the factory, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for the food I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone bluesAlright
Let’s hear that back He got to put the wall up over him