A pistol shot, at five o’clock, the bells of heaven ring,

Tell me what you done it for, no I won’t tell you a thing.

Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground,

All I leave behind me is only what I found.

If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,

Stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.

I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny,

I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.

Take up your china doll, take up your china doll,

It’s only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la.