From the trees come down the spiders, in tall grass you get the vipers, and around here you watch yourself because flying around on her broom is a Witch Doctor!

That ugly broad with a diploma(?)
peroxide bottle blond, just a cheat
have the cheekiness going around
challenging brothers that are sweet,
never involved in dumb shenanigans
like this so called Doctor Witch.

That they resort to lies we all know,
battling three brothers with a stick?
fat Dr Bonnie and all the oldie girls
haven’t had a brain not even a wit
to plan on coming to our behinds
decorating them with their lipstick.

Battled half naked pirate beauty broads,
even Santa got to know our tricks
from gold-rush we knew about wealth
and from wealth we fell in poverty,
but never gave a yard by retreating
not even to the Red Coats of traitor Fee.

Dr. Bonnie is looking for a fair fight
but we don’t know one, never been,
we clobber from behind in ambushes
and after that we laugh ourselves sick,
so little false blonde of a quacksalver
under your bed tonite is where will be!