Bellowhead - Black Beetle Pies lyrics

Come all you fine ladies Listen to my tale A curious story To you I will tell Such a strange little tale Such a nasty surprise There's a lady who feeds the poor on her Black beetle pies All you that are hungry Do not despair At Raglan House Brixton Quickly repair She is so benevolent To all who go there And you'll get a nice supper I vow and declare You can fill your hungry bellies Before you depart She'll hand out to Tom, Dick and Nellie A stinking slice of her black beetle tart The gardener next door Was a very nice man She gave him such a pie As nobody can When he took off the crust of it He found after a pause That the inside was stuffed with this fine lady's drawers Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Well she laughed in his face then Her breath made him close both his eyes She said, "I'm longing to feed you up on my Nice hearty black beetle pies" And this is the treatment She gives to the poor Who happen to find their way to her Lodging house door And if I had my way She'd get a surprise I'd stuff her cram full of those Nasty, stinking black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies Black beetle pies, black beetle pies