Open his head, you’ll find a heart. 
Open that heart, you’ll find a bed. 
Open this bed, you’ll find a tart. 
Open the tart, you’ll find his mind. 
Open his head, baby, and you’ll find a heart in it, cracked. 
Open that heart, maybe you’ll find a bed in it, fact. 
Open this bed, 
Cybil, and you’ll find a tart in it, wet. 
Open the tart, lady, and you’ll find his mind in it, dead.