Down in the cellar 
  You're getting into making poison. 
  You slipped some on the side, 
  Into my glass of wine, 
  And I don't want any coffee homeground.
  
  Offer me a chocolate, 
  No thank you, spoil my diet, know your game! 
  But tell me just [bad word] 
  They smell of bitter almonds? 
  It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.
  
  Pictures of Crippin 
  Lipstick-smeared. 
  Torn wallpaper. 
  Have the walls got ears here?
  
  Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna – in the coffee, 
  And you won't get me with your [bad word] – in the pot of tea, 
  And you won't get me in a hole to rot – with your hemlock 
  On the rocks.
  
  Where are the plumbers 
  Who went a-missing here on Monday? 
  There was a tall man 
  With [bad word]  
  And I bet you gave them coffee homeground.
  
  Maybe you're lonely, 
  And only want a [bad word]  
  But keep your recipes 
  For the rats to eat, 
  And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.
  
  Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna – in the coffee, 
  And you won't get me with your [bad word] – in the pot of tea, 
  And you won't put me in a six-foot plot – with your hemlock 
  On the rocks.
  
  You won't get me with your Belladonna – in the coffee, 
  And you won't get me with your [bad word] – in the pot of tea, 
  And you won't get me in a hole to rot – with your hemlock 
  On the rocks.
  With your hemlock on the rocks. 

  "Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen?"
  With your hemlock on the rocks. 
  "Es schmeckt wunderbahr!"
  With your hemlock on the rocks.