From the recording Personal Mythology
Lyrics
Pregnant Widow
Well, there’s more than meets the eye… when the pregnant widow walks on by
There’s lots of whispering in town…when the pregnant widow comes around
Don’t get your knickers in a twist
Don’t get your testes in a fix
Messing around, pants come down
Pop your dress right off
Shame on me, shame on you
Shame we had to stop
It’s in the Bible, but we’re liable to forget ourselves
She’s a slut, and I’m a nut
And we’re both going to hell
You know something isn’t right…when the doctor’s in the house all night
Hey Doc, just give it to me straight
Why won’t you give it to me straight now?
Aww, give it to me straight
You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Give it to me straight