I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, youI'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, youAnd when you're dead and in your graveNo more women will you craveI'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, youTrust you in my home, you rascal, youSaid I trust you in my home, you rascal, youYou know I trust you in my homeYou wouldn't leave my wife aloneI'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, youI trust you when I smoke a board, a stomach, any token guardA hundred tubes into the month and future no cigarA brotherhood reliant on the most defiantFolding arms to corner DiabolusAnd remove his trophy, club and claw for showcase on the mantleWith no reply from all these chosen handleWith perdition of a rotate of my ankleYou were viber in the bosom of the only snackShe mattered to her last, avoiding death by snaggleTooth, you rascal, youYou asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, youYou asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, youYou asked my wife to wash your clothesAnd something else, I supposeI'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, youI'll be oh so glad when you're dead, you rascal, youI'll be so glad when you're dead, you rascal, youI'll be standing on a corner full of ginWhen they bring your dead body inI'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you© BF-WATCH TV 2021