There are some terrible gossips in this town

There are some terrible gossips in this town

With jaws like vices

And eyes like drains



There are some little weasels in this town

Scampering around loose

With yellow teeth

And the beady eyes



We should set a standard amount of words

That I am to say to these

We should set a standard type of look

That you are to give to me

When you wanna leave



There are some terrible gossips in this town

With jaws like vices

And eyes like drains



I won't tell what they say about you

I won't flourish the shit

You are my dearest friend

And I will protect you

Until the end



With a will like vices

Complete as a drain