Death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits
The milliner went
Mad as a hatter
Exhausted from playing the field
Spin bowler and batter
And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits
The baker excels
At idle chatter
Drinking pints of cream
Pink buns by the platter
And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits
The banker needs
Needs someone to flatter
A strict rotation of ties
The same old patter
And death hung in the air
As thick as biscuits