They all leave
Isn’t that
How the curse goes
Isn’t that
A one and a two and a three

There will be 11 left
After I sell you

They all leave
Said with punch
Like a spit take
Said with punch
And a rapid rat-a-tat-tat

There will be 11 left
After I sell you

They all leave
Final words
Dripping with spite
Final words
A desperate grasping for straws

There will be 11 left
After I sell you