There are some terrible gossips In this town There are some terrible gossips In this town With jaws like vices And eyes like drains ♪ There are some little weasels In this town Scampering around loose With yellow teeth And the beady eyes ♪ We should set a standard amount of words That I am to say to these We should set a standard type of look That you are to give to me When you want to leave ♪ There are some terrible gossips In this town With jaws like vices And eyes like drains ♪ I won't tell what they say about you I won't flourish the shit You are my dearest friend And I will protect you Until the end ♪ With a will like vices Complete as a drain