Some antiseptic cream
I've had to goop on my ear--
That is, what's left of my ear, with fawn brown curls
'round it before tonight.
It's soft--knife went right
Through it; the blade was keen.
Now antiseptic cream.

That slice was plenty dumb,
And now there's goop on my ear--
That is, what's left of my ear, such pretty curls
Once used to hang there;
Now I've blood-perfumed hair.
Was in some funk,
And I was plenty drunk.

I was age thirty-five
When I cut off a good ear.
It was a very good ear, but blood from it swirled
And down my side streamed.
Damn Gauguin was so mean;
Because of his jive,
I sliced at thirty-five.

It's made my face distort
'cause I ain't got 'em now, both ears,
And I think the blood looks like vintage wine
With quite bold legs.
My horn rims had two "pegs"
For perching way up here.
Now I've only one good ear.

I sure mes'd* up my left ear.


*mes: knife (Dutch)