Lyrics:

(Come on, Come on)

My best friend's a butcher
He has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries
Oh, look, it stopped snowing
My best friend's from Poland
And, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case
In that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments secretly
You liked that
He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly
You liked that
He always took the time

(Come on now pussycat)

My best friend's a butcher
He has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town
At least he tries
Oh, look, it stopped snowing
And my best friend's from Poland
And, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case
In that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments secretly
You liked that
He always took the time to speak with me
I liked him for that
He severed segments so secretly
You liked that
He was growing on me

He was growing on me