Ladies and gentlemen
Hobos and tramps
Cross-eyed mosquitoes
And bow-legged ants
I come here before you
To stand here beside you
To tell you all something
I know nothing about
Early one morning
Late at night
Two dead brothers
Got up to fight
Back to back
They faced each other
Drew their swords
And shot one another
The deaf policeman
Heard the noise
And came and killed
The two dead boys
Now If You Don't Believe
That this lie is true
Ask the blind man
He saw it too