Sitting at my table, having some tea Chatting with a bloke who's dead from strangling I'm a lonely man in need of company I only have to kill men to make them stay with me You're dying to be with me Now you'll have a cup of tea with me You're dying to be with me We will have a chat and some tea You and me I love to be with you, but you're now decomposing The bloody smell so putrid We must soon part company A fire in my backyard should work sufficiently My toilet also used to flush away dead men rotting