originally written by Bob Dylan
the sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
the city fathers they're trying to endorse
the reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
but the town has no need to be nervous.
the ghost of Belle Star she hands down her wits
to Jezebel the nun she violently knits
a bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
at the head of the chamber of commerce.
mama's in the fact'ry
she ain't got no shoes
daddy's in the alley
he's lookin' for food.
i'm in the kitchen
with the tombstone blues.
the hysterical bride in the penny arcade
screaming she moans, "i've just been made"
then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
says, "my advice is to not let the boys in".
now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
he walks with a swagger and he says to be bride
"stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
you will not die, it's not poison".
mama's in the fact'ry
she ain't got no shoes
daddy's in the alley
he's lookin' for food.
i'm in the kitchen
with the tombstone blues.
