Cross your fingers behind your back &
Swear to not tell the Devil what sins you've done

We're all falling down like London Bridge
When he comes
Six-feet under, we stare at the twinkling stars above
Grab your pocket full of roses
Spread them among the ashes
Trust me dear, roses smell much better when
They're not here

There were 3 ducklings, a fox chose one, a croc another & the final drowned
There's 3 of us now, we beg of God to save us
He says be quiet, or the foxes will come get you

Cross your fingers, out of sight
Give Satan a rose
The ducklings have died
You can no longer fly
Rest in your grave &
Watch the stars as you die