Now Chichi, she laid it on
He wears a sleeping bag at his vest
And she said, "Don't know if I should
And a few days later she's gone
And he's getting too bothered
So it's back to the womb to get drowned
He said, “I'm wealthy enough not to do this no more”
'Cause I'm worry too much about the test on the blood
With his hand held up, palm out
And then he got up off the floor
And at first it was a 'Yes'
And he made it all known
And then a 'No', then 'Yeah'"
And he made his shock announcements
About the spots on his chest, chest, chest
And backed off, backed down, backed off
The maggot sleeps on a desk