Lyrics

He's gone forevermore, is our darling blue-haired boy We'll never see our cross-eyed darling anymore Like a dream he passed away on the thirty-ninth of May He never died so suddenly before No more upon the mat will he play with pussycat No more between his teeth he'll squeeze her tail No more he'll rub her nose against the red-hot iron stove For little brother Jimmy's kickеd the pail We knew hе was departing by the color of his breath We saw his eyebrows dropping in the mud The doctor said the only thing to save the boy from death Was to stop the circulation of his blood We gently bathed his head in a pot of boiling lead And then we gently laid him down to rest But through the night a burglar came and broke into the room And swiped the mustard plaster off his chest We filled his mouth with glue to try to bring him to Alas, though, all our efforts were in vain At last of all we tried, but he sneezed and smiled and died He blew his nose and smiled and died again He's gone forevermore at the age of ninety-four There's nothing in this world his life could save I'm going to the barber shop to fill his last request To plant a bunch of whiskers on his grave