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Eleven top hatsIn the club vestibuleEleven gentlemen's cloaksHanging up by the black swimming poolEleven gentlemen dancingEach in a style of his ownOne is discreetly conversingOn a cordless telephone& the first he kills only the wicked& the second kills only the good& the third he kills people more handsome than him& the fourth kills the misunderstood& the fifth kills the women who've loved him& the sixth kills the couldn't-care-lessThe seventh kills people who fill questionnaires inThe eighth kills the deeply depressed& the ninth kills the twentieth century& the tenth waits to kill you & meThe eleventh kills only our fear of the tenthThe best executioner heAt some ungodly hour in the morningThe predictable quarrels beginThe first gentleman without warningSlugs the second one square on the chin& the third says the fourth is too ugly& the fifth warns the sixth not to start& the seventh stops dead in his telephone callA stiletto has punctured his heart& the eighth is sick in the cistern& the floodwaters fuse all the lights& the ninth drops his copy of "Jane's Defense Systems" on the floorIn an act of sheer spite& the tenth drums his fingers & swings his feetBecause somebody's stolen his scytheTill an expert in brinksmanship brings him completeA medium range nuclear device& now chairs will be placed on the dance floor& now lights will be trained on the bar& a puppet will sing a moralityAs an idiot strums a guitarWhile the gentlemen sit with erectionsYou perform in a transparent skirtA climax without satisfaction& a murder in which you're not hurt& meI sit where the gentlemen sit& we love you& we love youYes we love youI assure you we doLa la la la la la la plainyLa la la la la la la ploppyLa la la la la la la rollyLa la la la la la la backyRattle tum a gypsum gypsum left handRattle tum a gypsum gypsum right handRattle tum a gypsum gypsum touch your headRattle tum a gypsum gypsum touch your toeRattle tum a gypsum gypsum touch the groundRattle tum a gypsum gypsum big burlio!Rattle tum a gypsum gypsum plainyRattle tum a gypsum gypsum ploppy!Rattle tum a gypsum gypsum rollyRattle tum a gypsum gypsum backyRattle tum a gypsum gypsum left hand


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