They've come to find you, Odalisque 

As the light dies horribly 

On a fire escape you walk 

All rare and resolved to drop 



And when they find you, Odalisque 

They will rend you, terribly 

Stitch from stitch 'til all 

Your linen limbs will fall 



Lazy lady had a baby girl 

And a sweet it made 

Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt 

In a railroad cul-de-sac 



And what do we do with ten baby shoes 

A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue? 

What do we do? 

What do we do? 



Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right 

And them rip them down again 

Sapling switches will rend those rags alright 

What a sweet sound it makes 



And what we do with ten dirty Jews 

A thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon? 

What do we do? 

What do we do? 



Lay your belly under mine 

Naked under me, under me 

Such a filthy dimming shine 

The way you kick and scream, kick and scream 



And what do we with ten baby shoes 

A kit bag full of marbles and broken billiard cue? 

What do we do? 

What do we do?