July, July!

(Water rolls down the drain)

It never seemed so strange
And the water rolls down the drain
(Water rolls down the drain)
The blood rolls down the drain
July, July, July, it never seemed so

And he was gut-shot runnin' gin
July, July, July, it never seemed so
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And what goes there do remain
And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
The water rolls down the drain
And the water rolls down the drain
And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
Though the specifics might be vague
(Water rolls down the drain)

When in fact it was a nappy blueish grey
July, July, July, it never seemed so strange
Oh, what a lonely thing in a lonely drain

And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there
And how he held 'em, how he held 'em, held 'em in
July, July, July, it never seemed so strange
Oh, what a lonely thing in a blood red drain
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
(Water rolls down the drain)
And I'll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta
And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains
And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house
This is the story of the road that goes to my house

It never seemed so strange, it never seemed so strange