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Lyrics

Drown yourself in crocodile tears, but it better not wake the baby The, curse the gods what made ye
How long will this go on, split your mind half crazy, how long will this go on
Gouge your eyes with a butter knife, curse the gods what made ye, make your moan of your lot in life
While singing like a painted lady, but it better not wake the baby, you can bang a drum till the money s all gone
While singing like a painted lady, drown yourself in crocodile tears, pine away for your better years

But it better not wake the baby, but it better not wake the baby
but it better not wake the baby
But it better not wake the baby, drown yourself in crocodile tears, you can bang a drum till the money s all gone
Curse the gods what made ye, how long will this go on, how long will this go on
You can bang a drum till the money s all gone, but it better not wake the baby The, but it better not wake the baby

While singing like a painted lady, make your moan of your lot in life, curse the gods what made ye
Pine away for your better years, drown yourself in crocodile tears
But it better not wake the baby, pine away for your better years, but it better not wake the baby
But it better not wake the baby, gouge your eyes with a butter knife
use your skull like a cannonball

You can bang a drum till the money s all gone, but it better not wake the baby
You can bang a drum till the money s all gone, but it better not wake the baby, how long will this go on
You can bang a drum till the money s all gone, but it better not wake the baby, make your moan of your lot in life
You can bang a drum till the money s all gone, you can bang a drum till the money s all gone
but it better not wake the baby

How long will this go on, you can bang a drum till the money s all gone
Kick a hole in the hallway, split your mind half crazy
But it better not wake the baby, but it better not wake the baby
Use your skull like a cannonball, how long will this go on
But it better not wake the baby, how long will this go on

But it better not wake the baby, curse the gods what made ye, gouge your eyes with a butter knife