Oh, the *** has creepy teeth, deep, and he shows them to Polly White.Just a jack-of-all-trades has mugged his dear, and he keeps it out of sight.When the *** bites pretty teeth deep, scarlet billows start to spread.Once he grows old, where's my key, dear? So there's never, never a trace of red.On the sidewalk, Sunday morning, lies a bunny, losing light.Summer's leaving, round the corner, it's the summer, but the night.From a dark hole, by the river, a seaman rides, dropping down.The seaman jumps all the way deep, head to marquis' parking lot.Jimmy Miller disappeared, dear, after drawing out his cash, and marquis spends like a sailor.Did our boy do something rash?Suki Toadley, Jenny Diver, Polly Pincham, and then Miss Lucy Brown.On the line, bummed on the right, dear, now that marquis, now that marquis, now that marquis parked in town.