Oh Vera my sweet  I would offer you some meat  In exchange for a good loaf of wax  I would smear it on you  And on all your apples too  If I thought it would help you relax  But the bones in the ground  Well they never make a sound  And the bones in the ground are all fine  And the bones in the air  Well they haven't got a care  And the bones in the air are all mine  Oh shiny Maureen  Won't you tell me where you've been  And I'll work out where you should be now  In a cluster of apes  That do rub themselves with grapes  You'll be tied to the back of a cow  But the bones in the ground  Well they never make a sound  And the bones in the ground are all fine  And the bones in the wind  Lord have mercy how they grinned  And the bones in the wind are all mine  Oh Paula-Lorraine  Won't you comment on my sprain  And I'll shave you in some cozy church  I don't care what you're called  I just want to shave you bald  And I'll know that I've finished my search  But the bones in the ground  Well they never make a sound  And the bones in the ground are all fine  And the bones in the air  Well they sing a rattling air  And the bones in the air are all mine