Jasper C. Debussy

Fuck off or keep cool, you know

Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes
He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies
His hair was black, he had a bend in his back
He tied my cousin Andy to the railroad tracks

The train it come, he started to run
Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun

Jasper was born with a mall-dressed mind
Marquis de Sade from the front and behind
He startled the face of a friend of my girl's
He cut out her eyes and he wore as pearls
I've got the half brother blues wearing my shoes

Hold your mouth, lover, while crying the news
'Cos Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of blues

Mama

Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes
He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose
His face is like a gargoyle, his eyes like the night
He's like a grim faced dog that's looking for a fight
Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat

When you see him coming mama, you'd better run
Because Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun