It's her green eyes, you know
Is that knife for sale?
If you play the piano, I'll love you
Spiderweb bandages cover her wounds
'Cant you see I'm sick? ' said the cop in the morning
His gun stuck out of his head like a prow
The yarn is on sale to-day, I hear
Because Anansi needs her time off somehow
There's a burlap sack of sunflower seeds in the sink
Who has been here before me?
My head is full of leaves and my hat full of waffles
Someday the developed crime scene will appear
And then we'll know who was then and there
Is that what we're waiting for?
Awake and rise, go home to the diner
Wait another day for your bacon and eggs