Some people was an angry thin skinned man,

couldn't get along with his one man band

Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket,

and a crying shame, some people is his name



Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople,

what an unfortunate name

Some people have the low down notion

that he is the one to blame



He used to take the train from old Montparnasse to Madrid,

hustles up a little under fifty quid

Underneath the shell is an angry fire,

but who's the first to jump on the pyre?



Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople,

what an unfortunate name

Some people have the low down notion

he is the one to blame.



Some people like to bake a honey coiled ham,

some people like to roast a leg of lamb

Some people have a complicated coat to mend,

we'll all be milking goats in the end