There was an old lady who swallowed a pill
She rolled down the hill like Jack and Jill on a pill
Perhaps she’ll die!
There was an old lady who snorted a line,
She giggled and giggled and then she felt fine.
She snorted the line to come off of the pill,
She rolled down the hill like Jack and Jill on a pill
Perhaps she’ll die!
There was an old lady who tweaked from one bump,
The apartment was depressing: It was a dump.
She tweaked from one bump, she was tired of lines.
She snorted the line to come off of the pill.
Perhaps she’ll die!
There was an old lady who swallowed a swirl.
She ripped off her clothes, freaky little girl.
She swallowed the swirl to take off the sketch
She was sketchy from six days of bumps.
She tweaked from the bumps; she was tired of lines.
And the apartment was a dump.
I don’t know why she’s still high on that pill.
Perhaps she’ll die!
There was an old lady who took another bump.
She had too many doses, she was feeling too swirly.
Seven bumps later, she vaccuumed the rug.
If she washes the dishes it won’t be a dump!
She snorted the bump to take off the swirl,
But she swallowed the swirl to take off the sketch.
But she snorted a bump to take off the swirl!?!?
I don’t know why she’s still high on that pill?!?!
Perhaps she’ll die!
There was an old lady who shot up some horse.
She’s dead, of course!