Tom Lehrer again from memory: This might not be absolutely correct, but turn on your speakers and I'll sing for you: Oh, her mother she just couldn't stand Singing rickety, tickety, tin Oh, her mother she just couldn't stand So a cyanide soup was what she planned And her mother died with the spoon in her hand... And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, a grin, a grin... Her face in a hideous grin She tied her brother up with stones Singing rickety, tickety, tin She tied her brother up with stones And sent him down to Davy Jones.... And all they ever found were some bones.... And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, of skin, of skin... Occasional pieces of skin She set her sister's hair on fire Singing rickety, tickety, tin She set her sister's hair on fire And danced around the funeral pyre, Playing a violin, 'olin, 'olin, 'olin... Playing a violin
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