The Drums At The Execution Poem by Smack Thompson

Whackadoo poofa truffa luffa shroom
devil with weevils in his hair drummin up my sentence
Whacki wika doom doom gloom
ricka shoom
Marchin to them gallows in a faded orange suit
Whunka whunka dunka shunk
They shaved my head soon I'll be dead but just the same
I miss those curly locks
Plunk plunk diggity gunk
put a bag over it now I can't breathe but oh yeah
that don't matter much
Ratta tatta batta glatta
Slip that noose round my neck wish they'da used a softer
rope
Drumma drama floma mama
and now you don't gotta worry about me no more
Flunka drunka munka lurk murk shurk
Crack!
All done with my feet dangling
and i forgot to take my bright pink nail polish
off
damn now they know.
Drunka dum ricka braca shak -