Helen, Baby

HELEN, BABY
Words and Music by PETER BUFANO

(Cm)

Helen baby, why do you hang out with those funny boys?
They've got big tummys; and, well, lately we've been hearing funny noise 
out in the shed.
Out in the shed, 
where anything could've happened.
God forbid, you could have even wound up dead 
in the meatbag.

God forbid.
It's a terrible thing: hanging out with those funny boys (I hate to think).
Not that I ever 
thought for a moment 
that you were giving blowjobs out in the shed.
Out in the shed, where anything could've happened!
God forbid, you could've even been giving head!

Helen, look and see.
Someone's gonna have to go out to the shed (not me) and find you dead. 
My bid: you're dead in the meatbag.