The Bones in the Ground

Bones In The Ground take one (rolling)
 Oh Vera, my sweet
 I would offer you some meat
 In exchange for a good loaf of wax
 I would smear it on you
 And on all your apples, too
 If I thought it would help you relax
 But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
 And the bones in the ground are all fine
 And the bones in the air, well they haven't got a care
 And the bones in the air are all mine
 Oh, shiny Maureen
 Won't you tell me where you've been
 And I'll work out where you should be now
 In a cluster of apes
 That do rub themselves with grapes
 You'll be tied to the back of a cow
 But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
 And the bones in the ground are all fine
 When the bones in the wind, Lord have mercy, how they grinned
 When the bones in the wind are all mine
 Oh Paula Lorraine
 Won't you comment on my sprain
 And I'll shave you in some cozy church
 I don't care what you're called
 I just want to shave you bald
 And I'll know that I've finished my search
 But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
 And the bones in the ground are all fine
 And the bones in the air, well they sing a rattling air
 And the bones in the air are all mine