Buried Alive

Senseless slaughter, hung his daughter

And then he went to sleep

Tommy gun, saw the sun

And then began to weep

Travolta style, he danced a mile

Then fell down in a heap

He wondered why, he could not buy

The people that were cheap

Take me to your hearts!

The greasy dog, drank the fog

Then rolled on down the street

The leather prince, he turned to mince

And left behind, his feet

Poetic frog, became a hog

And wallowed in the sty

And betty bright, screamed all night

Then walked across the sky

Five foot mike, fell on the spike

That pierced his left hand

He wore the hood, and dripped his blood

Along the golden sand

They saved his hide, he almost died

Thanks to brave old clive

And none did frown, as they laid him down

And buried him alive