Mary, Mary-belle within a bird-cage cell, All your neighbors know what your mother sells But you carved out a name; you carved out a name for yourself
Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out There are murders about
Guinea pig in a twisted mouth Through a hole to the railway And Brian’s face down Keep your wits He will not be missed He didn’t have a family to begin with
Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out There are murders about