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
   And the bones in the wind
   Lord have mercy how they grinned
   And 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