A thirty-ought full of rock salt
And broken billiard cue?
And what do we with ten baby shoes
And them rip them down again
Such a filthy dimming shine
And a broken billiard cue?
Naked under me, under me
What a sweet sound it makes
A kit bag full of marbles
What do we do? What do we do?
All rare and resolved to drop
Lay your belly under mine
Lazy lady had a baby girl
Sapling switches will rend those rags alright
Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
In a railroad cul-de-sac
And what do we do with ten baby shoes
On a fire escape you walk
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream
And what we do with ten dirty Jews
A kit bag full of marbles
What do we do? What do we do?
Stitch from stitch 'til all
And when they find you, Odalisque
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt
And a warm afternoon?
And a sweet it made
Your linen limbs will fall
They will rend you, terribly
