She seemed sooo... innocent to most folks, never woulda thought that

The little old lady on the block with the black cat

Workin' on her front yard garden arrangement

Would have a couple bodies chopped up in the basement

You never woulda guessed that this sweet little grandma

Separates the arm from the body with a handsaw

Late while the block sleeps, butcher knives chop meat

Wrist bone, leg bone, hidden under concrete

And you can say I'm crazy, but she never draws suspicion

Every time another mailman goes missin'

At the town barbecue, everybody tries more

Famous meatballs people sayin' they'd die for

Wrapped up, packed up, have 'em for a quick snack

Take some, but make sure she gets her dish back

In fact, come inside, close the door behind you

Just let me remind you, they'll probably never find you