I
I'm walkin' the boulevards
When I-meet my friend Bidard
He look'd completely'n surprise
`n' then I asked'm t'explain why
Well here idis he told me
I've just swallowed my watch
So I'm goin t'the surgeon
`cause my fear's really burgeon'd
That it's stuck up in my back-hatch
II
I saw'm again a month after
He look'd real bougie `n' way richer
So then I found'm'n popped by
`n' I order'd'm t'explain why
Well here idis he told me
I'm maken' my living now with my watch
In my stomach I've got a little dial
I sell th'time to all meanwhile
Who'll line up for th'watch that's stuck in my back-hatch
III
In th'end the guy suicided
When the opera was empty none `round
`n'when I fine'ly made it rushin' by
I begg'd'm to come back down'n to explain why
Well here idis he told me
I've had enough ovit ovit my watch
It's keepin' me awake th'whole night long
T' wind it back up I've gotta make a hole in my back
I'd prefer hangin' myself to my watch
IV
When'ee died I went t'his funeral
It was a mornin' that hurt todal
But when'ee was laid in th' hole we all laugh'd
`Cause fromin the heart'v the casket th' seventh noon bell chime'd
Well there id there id there id there idis
He had swallow'd up his entire watch
This doesn't happen ev'ryday
T'those who have strong stomachs they say
And their hearts in their back-hatches
