Where's Your Mother? Fall Down, Dead

The man on the radio returns to the story about them. He does not know how he knew what he just said or why he would tell it to you. But anyway, this is a story about them and so you do not care about anyone but them. I wish you were a hero, wish you'd make my bet. Where's your mother? Fall down, dead. In my dirty mouth, pretty little head. Oh, sister bring your hair and push it down below. Catch yourself a look and let it go, go, go. One, have your bet but I'm so so slow. Don't you worry honey, cause I can't say no. Just a comb in