Marry Ann
Miss Marry AnnKept her manIn porcupine gloves, in porcupine glovesAnd on that dayAs scheduledThey made porcupine love, porcupine love
So stiff and stuck and pricklyHe came in and then back out quicklyBut lord not any quicker than according to planLike a soldier, one foot in front of the other
Miss Marry AnnHad a manNamed Stan, Stan ButtlerHe had no antlersHe had no centerHe had no enter and he had no exit
His hair was short and pricklyHe came in and then back out quicklyBut lord not any quicker than according to planLike a soldier, one foot in front of the other
And how he loved her apple pies,How he loved her meat loaf,How he loved her chicken breasts,How he loved her pudding,Served promptly at eight o'clock,Served promptly at sevenServed promptly at ten o'clock,And promptly at eleven heaven
Miss Marry AnnKept her cansIn alphabetical orderMiss Marry AnnBegan to haveSome thoughts of murder
Miss Marry AnnStarted to thinkReal hard about her futureMiss Marry AnnPreferred her meatTo be freshly butchered
Oh she killed him rather quicklyMan that woman was truly sicklyBut lord not any sicker than according to planLike a soldier, one foot in front of the other
And how he loved her apple pies,How he loved her meat loaf,How he loved her chicken breasts,How he loved her pudding,Served promptly at eight o'clock,Served promptly at sevenServed promptly at ten o'clock,And promptly at eleven heaven
Miss Marry AnnKept her manIn porcupine gloves, in porcupine glovesAnd on that dayAs scheduledThey made porcupine love,Porcupine lo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-apchu!