Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps!
Cross-eyed mosquitos, and bow-legged ants!
I come before you, to stand behind you.
And tell you a story i know nothing about.
One bright morning in the middle of the night.
Two dead boys got up to a fight.
Back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
If you don't believe this lie its true.
Ask the blind lady on the corner, she saw it too.
