Letras
My Amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide
Still sees truth quite easily
Shrouds all else in mystery
While madmen in top hats and tails
Impale themselves on six-inch nails
And some Arabian also-ran
Impersonates a watering can
Some Santa Claus-like face of note
Entreats my ears to set afloat
My feeble, sick and weary brain
And I am overcome with shame
And hide inside my overcoat
And hurriedly begin to quote
While some Arabian sheikh most grand
Impersonates a hot-dog stand
Red Cross ambulance outside
Could only mean that I must hide
Till dusk and finally the night
When I will make a hasty flight
'Cross the sea and far away
To where the weary exiles stay
And some Arabian oil well
Impersonates a padded cell
And some Arabian oil well
Impersonates a padded cell
