Old lady bent like a question mark
With a shopping bag and a skin of bark
And around your neck I see a figurine like me
Dangling on a leather thong
I hang inverted all night long
Tell me where I'm gonna die
Was it worth the baby's cry?
That's a tricky question, son
It's been so long since you was one
Honey, please deliver me
From all that hangs upon the asking tree
Beneath the tree the baby lay
The sky was black and the pram was gray
Its chestnut eyes roll round in fright
But what hung up there on the right
Ah no, no, this ain't me
Hanging on the asking tree
I don't know much but I sure can tell
Your porky soul is gonna fry in hell
And the grease will spit
And the fat will roll like a hamburger
That's all your soul is worth
Processed beef clippings
Tear the skin right off of me
And hang it on the asking tree
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- Miscellaneous
- Underwater Moonlight
- Live at the Portland Arms
- A Can of Bees
- Invisible Hits
- 1976–81
- Rout of the Clones
- Side Three
- Intended Play (Spring 2001)
- Children of Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From the Second...
- The Record Shop: 30 Years of Rough Trade Shops
- Postpunk Chronicles: Going Underground
- Chronolology (The Very Best of Robyn Hitchcock)
- The Modern World: UK Punk II: 1977-78
- No Thanks! The 70s Punk Rebellion
- Raw Cuts
- Balling the Jack: The Birth of the Nu-Blues