B.Y.O.S

I met Mata Hari
She was in no hurry
The firing squad had their guns in the air
My invitation said, "Bring your own shovel."
I brought my own shovel
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Bring your own shovel
And shovel up the mess

Oh, lately all my friends clip their teeth with nail clippers
They want them much straighter,
Much nicer, more even.
Well I though I'd do something nasty as well
I brought my own shovel and dug up this here well
Then I shuffled my feet and I sniffed at the smells
Then I dropped in some horses and dropped in some sheep
Then I cutted up a grandma put her in there to sleep.
Then I licked up an envelope in it I sent
All the bones
And the bones
And the braids from my head.

Oh, oh, and darling I'm all shook up now
Oh, oh, baby I'm all shook up now
Oh, oh, darling I'm all shook up

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