Sing! Harpy

The harpy was the tops
 Whose hair contained some red
 Thin white skeleton
 Just too good in bed
 Her mother from the circus
 Put her on Junior Show Time
 Her father was much worse
 Can't put why in this line
 Sing harpy
 They sing harpy
 And in the little village
 She was without malice
 She left the moors behind her
 And the beige heather
 Packed her placcy bag
 With blocks of brown cannabis
 You sang harpy
 Sing harpy
 She took a lousy Wednesday
 Turned it into cold spring
 She got taller by the minute
 She could sell you anything
 Sing harpy
 They sing harpy
 Sing harpy
 And the morning after
 I was quite astonished
 She gripped me like a hawk
 Her talons were quite famished
 Ascend harpy
 Sing harpy
 Descend harpy
 Give me harpy