Crooked arms, the snout is boxlike,
Cockeyed glance from under brows.
He has come to get them poisoned
By the sausage at the dock.
Holding shots and pouring vodka
For each one with sullen look.
He has come to get them poisoned
By the sausage at the dock.
Credits roll - the film is over.
Barefoot you're running home.
You must've gotten yourself poisoned
By the sausage at the dock.
Time heals but it also cripples -
Mows with sharp scythe 'round the clock.
But here's someone's gotten poisoned
By the sausage at the dock.