Rickety Tickety Tin
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): The Womenfolk



About a maid I'll sing a song ... sing rickety tickety tin
About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did very one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in

Her mother she could never stand ... sing rickety tickety tin
He mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with a spoon in her hand, 
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin

One morning in a fit of pique ... sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique she pushed her father in the creek
the water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin
with gin, we had to make do with gin

She set her sister's hair on fire ... sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flames rose higher
She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, 'olin, playing a violin

She weighted her bother down with stones
She weighted her bother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones
All they ever found were some bones and occasional pieces of skin
of skin, ocasional pieces of skin

One day when she had nothing to do .... sing rickety tickety tin
One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in
'bours in, invited the neighbours in

And when at last the police came by ... sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny
For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin
a sin, lying she knew was a sin

My tragic tale I won't prolong ... sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong and if you do not enjoy my song
You've yourself to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin 
you should never have let me begin