SOUND ON

"Waiting for supper is a fat mans Hell" My train is running and blowing smoke My next stop is your crossroads With the Devils luck and a belly full of coal All aboard when you hear the whistle blow My dog is barking for the dinner bell You throwing bones while he’s chasing tail Meanwhile I fell in the well Waiting for supper is a fat mans Hell You make me scream You make me scream You make me Ahhhh Ahhhh And I don’t know what to do about it I don’t know what to do You make me scream You got me crawling like a cut puppet Searching for a needle to sew and shut it Meanwhile my guitar keeps on strumming A mouth full of music when you’re blowing my trumpet You’re the spiders in my bed You’re the crazies in my head Snake in the shed when I gotta fix a leak Bullet made of lead packing heat You make me scream You make me scream You make me scream You make me Ahhh Ahhh And I don’t know what to do about it I don’t know what to do about it I don’t know what to do about it I don’t know what to do about it I don’t know what to do Ahhh Ahhh Ohhh You make me scream You make me scream You make me scream You make me