The Spanish cut

I went
To Spain
To cut
A baby offa my wife’s belly

Let me tell ya ‘bout this tale
Started out in a lousy jail
A devious place inside my mind
Until I met my jolly wife

Razor-sharp knives, steely eyes
Gash with green bottles the Tsingtao spy
Sleeks a fragile heart as Child’s flambé
She surely knows love & how to sway

I went
To Spain
To cut
A baby offa my wife’s belly

My bitter quarters filled with gasoline
Burning pyre for my saddest dreams
Butterfly soup, silver spoons
Caress your man, send off the goons

She mollycoddled the newlywed
Meal after meal she kept him fed
She had to get something in return
Drowsed with her mongrel and its bone

I went
To Spain
To cut
A baby offa my wife’s belly

On a clear blue evening, they’ve got the news
A belly’s ticking an out-of-tempo berceuse
She said “No, I don’t want it now"
"Maybe in three years, but not now”
So…

We went
To Spain
To cut
A baby offa my wife’s belly