Verse 1:
In the Damascus City Recorder, I read the other day,
How Little Jimmy One-Eye, Blew Mary Doglegs away,
And as she was lying, dead there in the street,
I saw flowers rain, all around her feet,
I saw the heavens open up, and I saw a finger point
And it asked me if she was dead, and I said "That looks like the joint, Jack"
Chorus:
You don't visit my grave every Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, flowers in the rain,
You've been whored out and pissed up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And you'll dance me to death, one day.
Verse 2:
The Jordan Valley Examiner, the headline it did read,
"Martha Tumlinson killed Martin, no witness for to see",
For ever every fool, shall upon her hands,
She was damned to dance upon his grave, to sing a sad romance.
Chorus:
You don't visit my grave every Sunday,
You were the Doghouse, flowers in the rain,
You've been whored out and pissed up, with every blue-eyed stranger,
And you'll dance me to death, one day.