The man accross the street is cursed.
Last week he has lost his wallet,
And he never had it back,
His dead son's picture went with that.

As he walked his dog to town,
The lead broke, started to run
A car has been speading up,
The dog cried out it's last bark.

His wife cheated him three times,
She left him their only son,
He never got a divorce,
His heart is now really broke.

All this because of his Mum,
Who is a witch on the run,
One day he drank her liquor,
And he never heard from her.

I heard whispers that women
Doesn't mind a bad omen,
If it's her son she's killing,
She doesn't mind, she's evil...

I really don't want to meet
The woman I mentioned here
Better avoid the trouble.
Her poor son will recover.