And he was hanging long
 For this season much too long
 He would have hung even longer
 But he was cut off the rope
 It was where everybody
 Used to hang them selves
 Oh, yes, my disappointed boy
 It was not a lucky year

 .. .. And she turned on the gas
 With her little trembling hands
 And since she was quite petite
 Inside the oven she did creep
 I knew there's something wrong
 She did not answer the phone
 Oh, yeah, my little girl
 I should [bad word] earlier then

 You really broke me down
 The next will [bad word]  I won't tell you: see you around
 The next year will [bad word] . ..

 .. .. And she shot him in the face
 She was really sensitive
 She could not put up whit it
 When away swinging her hips
 I had not expected it
 And as always, I could say:
 Had I only been three, babe
 You could be impeccable

 You really broke me down
 The next will [bad word]  I won't tell you: see you around
 The next year will [bad word] . ..