I met Mata Hari    She was in no hurry   The firing squad had their guns in the air   My invitation said, “Bring your own shovel.”   I brought my own shovel   B. Y. O. S.   Bring your own shovel    And shovel up the mess      Oh, lately all my friends clip their teeth with nail clippers   They want them much straighter,   Much nicer, more even.   Well I though I’d do something nasty as well   I brought my own shovel and dug up this here well   Then I shuffled my feet and I sniffed at the smells   Then I dropped in some horses and dropped in some sheep   Then I cutted up a grandma put her in there to sleep.   Then I licked up an envelope in it I sent    All the bones    And the bones    And the braids from my head.      Oh, oh, and darling I’m all shook up now   Oh, oh, baby I’m all shook up now   Oh, oh, darling I’m all shook up      Bring your own shovel [x3]      B. Y. O. S.   Bring your own shovel [x3]   B. Y. O. S. [x3]   B. Y. O. -   B. Y. O. -   B. Y. O. S.