Ladies and Gentlemen Hobos and tramps Cross-eyed mosquitos And bow-legged ants. I stand before you To sit behind you To tell you a story Of which I know nothing about. One fine day In the middle of the night Three dead boys Got up to fight. Back to back They faced each other Drew their swords And shot one another A deaf policeman Heard the noise And came and killed These three dead boys Now if you don't believe This story is true Just ask the blind man He saw it too.