Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes    He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies    His hair was black, he had a bend in his back    He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks    The train it come, he started to run    Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun    Jasper was born with a moth in his mind    The moth was too soft on the curtain behind    He startled the face of a friend of my girl's    He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs    I get half the dues, wear my shoes    Tonight you might laugh while crying the news    'Cos Jasper C. Debussy, that's his kind of blues       Mama       Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes    He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose    His face is like a rock and his eyes like the night    He's like a grim faced dog that's looking for a fight    Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat    When you see him coming mama, you'd better run    Because Jasper C. Debussy that's his kind of fun