(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup) the work is done I arrive at home a little break then I take the hunters clothes I recognize the girl in front of
Would be searching high and low Saying "Skimble, where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble Then the night mail just can't go" At eleven forty-two with
rat cast get closed [laughter] I laugh at those who chose to get ball when they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall done watch the hunt down
, the apple seeds rained upon each slumber A hundred thousand freaks on parade for the village hunter My every when acted upon has gone loopy But I play a game called lets prepare barnacle city for
be searchin' high and low Saying, "Skimble, where is Skimble? For unless he's very nimble Then the Night Mail just can't go" At eleven forty-two with
out from the house It's breakfast time, the clock strikes nine, ham, bacon, one egg or two? What a shame about that mouse, what's for tea tonight, lamb
five dead chicks with an ice pick Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns Side died ripped open eyeball for
be searching high and low Saying "Skimble, where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble Then the night mail just can't go" At eleven forty-two with the
the Hummingbike Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped Back to the fucking crib for some tea
expecting thee Don't tell her that you met me here Or I'm a gypsy free And let's get off me jacket now Your love will have to wait For I am twenty-two
cast get closed [laughter] I laugh at those who chose to get ball when they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall done watch the hunt down hurt
Would be searching high and low Saying "Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble Then the night mail just can't go." At eleven forty-two
