The retinue wore togas Toked on opium and drank each other's wine They nibbled peanuts Spoke of heinous and premeditated crimes Between the politics and the poems Conversation stayed refined
At Lisa's party Having a real good time
A legendary film star smashed a glass When a man guessed at her age The ceiling opened and revealed The naked lady in a cage A fireater scorched his chin and departed in a rage
From Lisa's party Isn't it jolly fun?
An artist bit a chicken's head off And laughed as he passed the rest around Pieces quivered their cocktail sticks But were swallowed without a sound A trampolinist jumped too high came crashing to the ground
At Lisa's party Isn't it a whizz!
Now Lisa was the perfect hostess She planned a big surprise She spread the cyanide in layers Across her delicate mince pies And told her guests: "A hint of almond makes the dullest cake seem nice." And they all died.