Oh, Dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny Scarlotti is following me.
He won’t buy a trinket to please me
but with a smile would ease me
onto a slab at the morgue.

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's on his way from the fair.
He’s bringing me a basket of posies
a garland of lilies, a bunch of red roses
a wreath for where my body reposes.

Oh, Dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny Scarlotti is following me....

TOBIAS