Het Wilde Ding
Thank you for the flowers
I threw them on the fire
And I burned the photographs that you had enclosed
God they were ugly children
So you're the little bastard of that brother of mine
Trying to trick a poor old woman
'Til I almost had a weakness
Last week cousin Florence
Bit your uncle Joe
Hit him on the forehead with a knife and a fork
(she) said that he looked like the devil
Then she said..."pass the vinegar, " I'm beginning to think
(that) I'm the only one who hasn't taken to the drinking of it
Though I almost had a weakness
It pains me to mention
These delicate concerns
While I have to tolerate you family jewels
I really mustn't grumble
('cause) when I die the cats and dogs will jump up and down
And you little swines will get nothing
Though I almost had a weakness