Senseless slaughter, hung his daughter
And then he went to sleep
Tommy gun, saw the sun
And then began to weep
Travolta style, he danced a mile
Then fell down in a heap
He wondered why, he could not buy
The people that were cheap

Take me to your hearts!

The greasy dog, drank the fog
Then rolled on down the street
The leather prince, he turned to mince
And left behind, his feet
Poetic frog, became a hog
And wallowed in the sty
And betty bright, screamed all night
Then walked across the sky

Five foot mike, fell on the spike
That pierced his left hand
He wore the hood, and dripped his blood
Along the golden sand
They saved his hide, he almost died
Thanks to brave old clive
And none did frown, as they laid him down
And buried him alive