Shrunken Head Blues

Back in '63 I was a missionary Across the seas To spread thy purity I met the chief elder We got along like brothers Golden days and nights Of enlightened wonder But then one day I done saw her daughter Why dear lord do you do this to me Remember last Thursday And that village we had to flee Fear not, my god Her beauty shall be ignored I will not fail you, my lord! Later on that night During mid-pumping From the door Came a thumping The chief burst in Yelling and screaming "Is this my daughter? That you be reaming?" Indeed it is, said I Now bring your wives and sisters Cause I need more pie! Now in retrospect This was a mistake I should have just said Oh sorry, Chiefy mate! He whipped out his cauldron Boiled up some stock and said "I'll now make your head As small as your cock!" Now my head is so small I can barely thunk at all It's all red 'n' raw Ain't no trilby's fit no more Got a little tuft of hair That be real voodoo fashion Oh woe is me Look like a fucking onion Take from this story What you choose One thing is sure I've got the shrunken head blues