Lyrics: BYOS

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 thought I'd do something nasty as well
I brought my own shovel
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
And I cuddled up a grandma put her in there to sleep
Then I licked up the envelope
In it I sent all the bones
And the phones
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
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
B Y O S
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
Bring your own shovel
B Y O S
B Y O S
B Y O S
B Y O
B Y O
B Y O S