E E A E The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course E A E The city fathers they're trying to endorse E A E The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse E A E But the town has no need to be nervous E A E The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits E A E To Jezebel the nun she violently knits E A E A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits E A E At the head of the chamber of commerce A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues E E A E The hysterical bride in the penny arcade E A E Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" E A E Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade E A E And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" E A E Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside E A E He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride E A E "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride E A E You will not die, it's not poison" A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues E E A E Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief E A E Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief E A E Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief E A E Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" E A E The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly E A E Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" E A E And dropping a barbell he points to the sky E A E Saying, "The sun's not yellow, it's chicken" A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues E E A E The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save E A E Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves E A E Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves E A E Then sends them out to the jungle E A E Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps E A E With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps E A E With a fantastic collection of stamps E A E To win friends and influence his uncle A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in troube with the tombstone blues E E A E The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone E A E Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown E A E At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone E A E But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter E A E Now, I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill E A E I would set him in chains at the top of the hill E A E Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille E A E He could die happily ever after A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues E E A E Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll E A E Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole E A E And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul E A E To the old folks home and the college E A E Now, I wish I could write you a melody so plain E A E That could hold you dear lady from going insane E A E That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain E A E Of your useless and pointless knowledge A E Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes A E Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food A E I am in the kitchen with the tombstone blues E E Alright
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