Poor Old John

Oh darlin' I pray I catch your lover one day Sneaking out of my backdoor Like he did yesterday I'll get a grand for his liver Make an ashtray out of his tongue Last night while falling asleep I found a handkerchif down by my feet The smell was on my sheets Like Old Spice it reeked I'll get a grand for his kidneys Make a paperweight out of his gums Poor old John Not around for long Poor old John Not around for long Poor old John Not around for long Poor old John Not around for long