Jasper C. Debussy
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
Jasper C. Debussy
Jasper était bien mais il avait des yeux de verre
Il m'a crucifié avec ses mensonges colorés
Ses cheveux étaient noirs, il avait le dos courbé
Il a attaché mon cousin Eddy aux rails du train
Le train arrive, il a commencé à courir
Jasper C. Debussy, c'est son genre de plaisir
Jasper est né avec un papillon dans la tête
Le papillon était trop doux sur le rideau derrière
Il a effrayé le visage d'un ami de ma copine
Il lui a coupé les yeux et les a portés en fourrure
Je touche la moitié des droits, porte mes chaussures
Ce soir tu pourrais rire en pleurant les nouvelles
Parce que Jasper C. Debussy, c'est son genre de blues
Maman
Jasper s'habillait en noir de la tête aux pieds
Il porte des pantalons écarlates et des bas d'un mètre cinquante
Son visage est comme une pierre et ses yeux comme la nuit
C'est comme un chien au visage sévère qui cherche la bagarre
Sa silhouette ressemble à un rat persan poilu
Quand tu le vois arriver maman, tu ferais mieux de courir
Parce que Jasper C. Debussy, c'est son genre de plaisir