Bartleby

The tea kettle called it arsonBut I assured him it was only treasonIt was only treasonBought with a passion and sold for less than a fortuneThese glass eyes only break if you catch themThis all must end between the rocks and the seaThis drink of kings once passed over this deckOnce passed over this deckIt was all in good humorWas all in good humorWas all in good humorWas all in good humorI swearI swearI swearOne, two, three, fourI swearI swearI swear