Black Beetle Pies (Live) - Bellowhead

Come all you fine ladies

Listen to my tale

A curious story

To you I will tell

Such a strange little tale

Such a nasty surprise

There's a lady who feeds the poor on her

Black beetle pies

All you that are hungry

Do not despair

At Raglan House Brixton

Quickly repair

She is so benevolent

To all who go there

And you'll get a nice supper

I vow and declare

You can fill your hungry bellies

Before you depart

She'll hand out to Tom, Dick and Nellie

A stinking slice of her black beetle tart

The gardener next door

Was a very nice man

She gave him such a pie

As nobody can

When he took off the crust of it

He found after a pause

That the inside was stuffed with this fine lady's drawers

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Well she laughed in his face then

Her breath made him close both his eyes

She said, "I'm longing to feed you up on my

Nice hearty black beetle pies"

And this is the treatment

She gives to the poor

Who happen to find their way to her

Lodging house door

And if I had my way

She'd get a surprise

I'd stuff her cram full of those

Nasty, stinking black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies

Black beetle pies, black beetle pies