Mr Jones

Mr. Jones opened the door,
Saw his mother just dead
And he wiped the blood off his vest.
He stuffed his mother in the closet
Threw more wood on the fire
And a harsh winter was coming on.
He called his wife and said: "Mom's dead in the closet,"
"Of course, I killed her.
She set the table wrong,
I buried an axe in her head
And the blood stained the upholstery."
Oh what a shame, babe!
And Mr. Jones worked while his wife was killing
And the kids were running around.
They ate the little birds,
The dogs and the kittens
And other critters wandering around.
And the police showed up with two cars and a trolley
To arrest the whole family.
"I don’t know why, sergeant,
You’re taking me to the station,
We’re just a very normal family."