Tuna, rubber
A little blubber in my igloo, yeah
And I knew you, pigtails and all
Grils when they fall

And they said Marianne killed herself
And I said not a chance, not a chance
Don't you love the girls, ladies, babes
Old bags who say she was so pretty 
Why, why, why, why did she crawl down in the old deep ravine?

Come on pigtails girls and all those sailors
Get your bags and hold down 
Won't you just hold down 
'Cause Ed is watching my every sound, I said
They're watching my every sound

The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week
I said Timmy and I, that purple monkey are all down at Bobby's house
Making themselves pesters and lesters and jesters and my traitors of kind

And now I'm just having thoughts
I said, I'm just having thoughts of
Having thoughts, having 

She could outrun the fastest slug, she could
I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
Quickest girl in the frying pan
I'm just having thoughts of Marianne