Make belles ring—that’s my mission
Bliss—they’re lain after kissin’.
Behavioral sight that may cause some fright:
wallowin’ in sinful wonderland.

Gone astray in a blue world;
happy lays with a new girl.
I seek a love throng, though I know it’s wrong…
wallowin’ in sinners’ wonderland.

Then I am ready to be a blow man;
up it goes…impart another round!
Feelin’ pretty merry as a nose man.
I snort some more the moment I feel down.

After all I’ve respired,
got a scheme: business fired.
The flames lick up higher; insurance pay’s sired.
Got myself a blissful hundred grand.

Again, I’m ready to be a blow man—
today I’ll get a start to leave town,
’ cause the law is nippin; at my toes, and
I’d rather not, in that case, stick around.

Off I’ve flown; I’m unwillin’
to be thrown into prison.
I’ve gotten away; I got my payday…
wallowin’ in bills from Uncle Sam.