Good sense of smell And a bulbous konk will let you smell out and tell The smallest tinges of all the smells in the world We never do pronounce as we spell
If you dunno “What for” You’ll never know for sure “When”, “Where” and “How” You look so bloody artless Hopelessly artless as a joke of a carpet clown
What you’re gonna say before you go? We wait with bated breath – we wanna know People apt to say it’s all the same Oh, no! We know it’s not the same
You were the best You brag and boast We’d like to test you Are you ready to defend your honor When some slums scum are coming upon you?
They take over Those n’er-do-wells ion their flashy clobber Killing silence over North, over South Gilded youth is a golden tooth in our mouth
What you’re gonna say before you go? We wait with bated breath – we wanna know People apt to say it’s all the same Oh, no! We know it’s not the same
Long time ago Here I found it Don’t wanna stay here forever But I know – here I will be found dead