Lookout, Lookout

Mary, Mary Belle with an uppercase M All your neighbors know what your mother sells But you carved out a name You carved out a name for yourself Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out There are murders about Guinea pig hair in a twisted mouth Through a hole to the railway and Brian's face down Keep your wits, he will not be missed He didn't have a family to begin with Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out There are murders about