The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse Reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The 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 commerce Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Sayin', "Don't let the boys in" Well the medicine man comin' and he shuffles inside Walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You won't die, it's not poison" Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh wow yea Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks at his hero the commander in chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" Well the commander in chief answers him while chasing a fly "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Aaa mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole The National Bank selling road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Well I wish that I could write you a melody so plain Would is you do that if I'am going insane Ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, aah yea
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse Reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The 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 commerce Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well The hysterical bride in the Penny Arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Sayin', "Don't let the boys in" Well the medicine man comin' and he shuffles inside Walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You won't die, it's not poison" Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley, he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh wow yea Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks at his hero the commander in chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" Well the commander in chief answers him while chasing a fly "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky "The sun's not yellow it's chicken" Aaa mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ohh well Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole The National Bank selling road maps for the soul To the old folks home and the college Well I wish that I could write you a melody so plain Would is you do that if I'am going insane Ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the factory she ain't got no shoes Dad's in the alley he's lookin' high for fuse I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, aah yea
