Transcription: Mausoleum used to prod On the routes that crossed the countryside For he would not catch a bus to ride And his mouldy dangarees he'd worn for forty years The only liquid he consumed was frozen beer Old Tim Nips was his friend When they joined the Boy Scouts Jamboree They destroyed my brother's charity And together they dissected several cardboard slugs Marzo kept a few of them in greasy mugs Oh, Marzo, Marzo No, so when a boy would delight in all adversity For he would not leave the nursery He was most annoyed to find he could not spell his name The letters must have fallen down a broken drain ...
