I met Mata Hari

She was in no hurry

The firing squad had their guns in the air

My invitation said, "Bring your own shovel."

I brought my own shovel

B. Y. O. S.

Bring your own shovel

And shovel up the mess

Oh, lately all my friends clip their teeth with nail clippers

They want them much straighter,

Much nicer, more even.

Well I though I'd do something nasty as well

I brought my own shovel and dug up this here well

Then I shuffled my feet and I sniffed at the smells

Then I dropped in some horses and dropped in some sheep

Then I cutted up a grandma put her in there to sleep.

Then I licked up an envelope in it I sent

All the bones

And the bones

And the braids from my head.

Oh, oh, and darling I'm all shook up now

Oh, oh, baby I'm all shook up now

Oh, oh, darling I'm all shook up

Bring your own shovel [x3]

B. Y. O. S.

Bring your own shovel [x3]

B. Y. O. S. [x3]

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