We don’t have real heads
 Instead we got legs
 Steal toed boots
 [bad word] chains

 And I know your big secret
 It’s caked on your face
 She’ll lie if you let her
 Nice then you play

 What did he say?
 What did he say?

 At the back of your mind
 There’s a pretty young girl
 And I know that you’re better
 Than most of this world

 But your thick dumb lips
 Tell a real dumb [bad word] 
 Thick dumb lips
 Tell a real dumb [bad word] 

 What did he say?
 What did he say?

 I will leave you in the street
 With the good boys where they meet
 And all the [bad word] are smiling lines

 I will tell on you
 Just like the rest
 I’ll tell on you.