[Intro] Here we go 'round the mulberry bush The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush Here we go 'round the mulberry bush So early in the morning [Verse 1] Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, now Fuzzy Wuzzy's bare Bald head, cold hands, dead stare, don't care Ran the block where the mulberry grows thick Roots fed on red and the soil stays sick Silly Willy never silly, Willy never grin He the architect, he drew the blueprint for the sin Round and round the money spins, laundromat of flesh Monday morning squeaky clean, by Friday nothing's left [Hook] Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy Was he? [Verse 2] She sells seashells by the seashore, sure she does But the shells got stamps and the stamps got love Little nautilus, little starfish, pick your wave Swallow the ocean whole, let it pull you to the grave Shay on the pier when the moon hang low Tourists walk past but the locals always know Calcium casing, chemical sunrise inside Pop the shell, ride the tide, hope you make it back alive [Hook] She sells seashells by the seashore The shells she sells aren't seashells, I'm sure So if she selling seashells on the seashore Then I'm sure the shells she sells are sumthin' more [Bridge] Round and round the mulberry bush The cold wind blows through Mulberry Street Where the streetlights stutter And the children don't play no more [Verse 3] Little Boy Blue come blow your horn Nine millimeter song, somebody's gettin' mourned Sheep in the meadow means the wool's in the field Bricks wrapped tight, pure white, Cold War-grade yield Fell asleep once, woke up to nothing Partner gone, stash torched, whole empire crumbling Now he don't blink, pupils pinned like a doll's You cross his fence line, that horn gonna sing Not a lullaby baby, it don't mean a thing Except the last sound you hear 'fore the dirt hit the lid Little Boy Blue ain't a boy and he never was a kid [Hook] Little Boy Blue come blow your horn The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under the haystack Fast asleep [Verse 4] Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean But put 'em both together and they lick the platter clean That ain't a metaphor, that's a menu, that's a method Jack take the prime cuts, wifey render what is left and Butcher shop on Mulberry, sign says fresh daily And it is fresh, you just don't wanna ask what they been makin' Thin blade, thick apron, nothing goes to waste Every problem Fuzzy sends 'em just evaporates She hum a hymn while she work the heavy bones Jack whistle while he filet in the back alone [Hook] Jack Sprat could eat no fat His wife could eat no lean And so between the two of them They licked the platter clean [Verse 5] The night the Mulberry Bush caught flame Every player at the table, everybody came Fuzzy's temper, Willy's math, Schae's bad press Blue's paranoid finger, Jack sharpening for the mess Round and round and round it go Who it stop on, nobody know Nursery rhymes ain't for kids They're stories never told Listen close when the wind blow through the twist of the tree You can hear the songs but they're off-key Minor chord, broken record, static on the verse Every childhood melody hiding something worse [Outro] Here we go 'round the mulberry bush The mulberry bush... the mulberry bush Here we go 'round... the mulberry... ...bush... ...so early... in the morning
