ROSEY

Take a map and stick your pin right in,
Sulphur, Lafayette, Crowley, and New Orleans,

Where red neck snappers got bad mutant genes,
I’ve seen you coming, through the entrails steam,

A fat cat now, gonna end up thin, Dog-days are coming
because momma’s always home Rose’s got a potion
that’s as sweet as cherry wine

Got him on a hook but the fish is fine Greener than the
fly that’s been suppin' on the vine Rosie’s
got a potion of the killing kind

He’s got a fancy name He got fancy shoes but Rafael sure can
sing the blues He’s heading deep down south right to the
vipers nest He’s heard that Rosie’s potion
Is the goddamn best

He’s gonna get real high He’s gonna get real low
But Rosie’s vintage potion gonna make his gaskets blow

Folks say he’ll leave you spellbound down by Rosie’s shack
Like a bayou spider crawling down your back
His face as old as Satan but Rosie’s still as young
Who you going to trust when you're a fine young gun

A fat cat now gonna end up thin dogs days coming cos
mamma’s always in.

by Eileen Daly & Ben Thirkettle