Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes
He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies
His hair was black he had a bend in his back
He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks
The train it come he started to run
Jasper C Debussy that's his kind of fun
Jasper was born with a moth in his mind
The moth was too soft on the curtain behind
He startled the face of a friend of my girl's
He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs
I get half the dues wear my shoes
Tonight you might laugh while crying the news
'Cos Jasper C Debussy that's his kind of blues
Mama
Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes
He wears scarlet pantaloons
and five foot one inch hose
His face is like a rock
and his eyes like the night
He's like a grim faced dog
that's looking for a fight
Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat
When you see him coming mama
you'd better run
Because Jasper C Debussy
that's his kind of fun