NEBAKANEZER





Nebakanezer never knew



He left his needle outside in the rain



And it rusted through



He had twenty-nine blackbirds



but only one flew



Spent most of his time making holes



And licking his wounds



Nebakanezer lost his wife



She took her diamond rings and was



gone before the light



She left one satin shoe and a



very dull knife



She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife



So tell us what the sorry singer



might do



All of his friends complain



That they got the flu



They ain't sick in the head



They look like the living dead



And that's not cool