The grass is green,
The wind is high,
And now you're walking down the street
And you don't know that you're gone a die!

The sky is grey,
My mood is blue,
And round the corner I'm standing
And I'm waiting for you

Down at the crossroads there is a heap of [bad word] 
And I am standin' at the corner,
And I am looking-looking-looking-looking-looking-looking-looking at it...

The stars are grinning
And shining bright,
My knife is glaring in the moonlight, and I'm sure
It'll do it allright...

Your hair is snowwhite,
Your lips are so bright rose!
But sure they'll change the color at once,
WHEN I CUT OFF YOUR NOSE!!!

Right at the crossroads, where there's a heap of [bad word] 
And I am standing at the corner,
And I am looking-looking-looking-looking-looking-looking-lookin at it...

 [bad word] - capella:
And early next mornong
They'll find your bleeding corpse
With no hands, and no feet,
And no ears, and no nose,
And no eyes; and your [bad word] 
Will be full of tennis balls
And your [bad word] 
Will be full,
Will be full, will be full
Will be full of tennis balls...
Tennis balls, tennis balls, tennis balls...

Your smile is wide, you've got that smash love power!
But can't you see, the clocks are ticking
And they have just announced
Your ultimate hour!
Oh, Dr.Brown!
You'll understand!
And let me go for a little night walk
From your clinic again!

Down to the crossroads, where there's a heap of [bad word] 
And I am standin' at the corner,
And I am standin' at the corner,
And I am lookin'-lookin'-lookin'-lookin'-lookin'-lookin'-lookin' at it...

 [bad word] - capella 2:
Tennis balls, tennis balls,
Tiny, tiny tennis balls,
Tennis balls, tennis balls,
Tennis balls,
Tennis balls, tennis balls,
Tiny, tiny tennis balls,
Tennis balls, tennis balls,
Tennis balls...