Prisoners: There are big busted woman Over the wall Over the wall There are big busted woman Who bake on the beaches With oil on their bellies Over the wall Over the wall There is rum from the cane fields Over the wall Over the wall There is sun on my taxi And cakes in my oven And fish in my netting And grease in my barnyard And big busted woman Over the wall Over the wall Over the wall And I wonder if I'll ever see them again
Spider Woman: And the moon grows dimmer At the tides low ebb And your breath comes faster And you're aching to move But you're caught in the web...
