Nebakanezer never knew   He left his needle outside in the rain   And it rusted through   He had twenty-nine blackbirds   but only one flew   Spent most of his time making holes   And licking his wounds   Nebakanezer lost his wife   She took her diamond rings and was   gone before the light   She left one satin shoe and a   very dull knife   She left one satin shoe and a very dull knife      So tell us what the sorry singer   might do   All of his friends complain   That they got the flu   They ain't sick in the head   They look like the living dead   And that's not cool