My mother's ashes,
Even her eyelashes,
Are resting in a little, yellow jar
And sometimes when it's breezy,
Or if I'm feeling sneezy,
And now I
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Yeah, noisy boys!
Mother's AshesMy mother's ashes, Even her eyelashes, Are resting in a little, yellow jar And sometimes when it's breezy, Or if I'm feeling sneezy, And now I Excuse me! Excuse me! Yeah, noisy boys! |