The Muzik - Ebony Bones!

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 wanna 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