Oh! Mrs Heathcliff There's something to fear about her The will put a hawk-eye (To) Whoever that makes a mistake She will take you down You stand no chance She's bitter as gall
Oh! Mrs Heathcliff An arsenal held in the hut (She's) in the porch and cleaning (The) Smokin' barrels of shotgun and puff She hits anyone Don't try to play She won't let it go
She kicks down the door, and fires at will She will hit you right Then goes humming around Oh lah!
Well, Mrs Heathcliff No one dares to live close to her No one will get closer No devil, no demon, no ghost (boo) (But) one stranger showed up He spat her ground The challenge is now!
She kicks down the door, and fires at will She will hit you right Then goes humming around Oh lah! Oh lah! Oh lah! Oh lah!
(But) He didn't die, (he) ended up hitting up her heart
