The Asking Tree - The Soft Boys

Old lady bent like a question mark

With a shopping bag and a skin of bark

And around your neck I see a figurine like me

Dangling on a leather thong

I hang inverted all night long

Yeah

Tell me where I’m gonna die

Was it worth the baby’s cry?

That’s a tricky question, son

It’s been so long since you was one

Honey, please deliver me

From all that hangs upon the asking tree

Yeah

Beneath the tree the baby lay

The sky was black and the pram was gray

Its chestnut eyes roll round in fright

But what hung up there on the right

Ah no, no, this ain’t me

Hanging on the asking tree

I don’t know much but I sure can tell

Your porky soul is gonna fry in hell

And the grease will spit

And the fat will roll like a hamburger

That’s all your soul is worth

Processed beef clippings

Tear the skin right off of me

And hang it on the asking tree