Excuse me miss,
But it looks as if,
There are kittens falling,
Off from your bedroom window.

And it seems to me as such a waste,
Since kitty tails are so hard to find these days.

Drops of my blood,
Pour from the edges of your dress,
Love, you messed the kitchen knifes again.

Why didn't you tell me,
You brought the devil home for dinner?
I see he's got his girlfriend with him.
She's quit fat and rather ugly,
She won't stop touching me,
Beneath the table .

And when you're all fed up,
Drowning in red wine,
You'll pick up the hatchet ,
And chop my wings down.

What a party it will be,
The devil, you and me.