B.Y.O.S 歌詞

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] B. Y. O. - B. Y. O. - B. Y. O. S.