  Hear the perfume of the belles, Social belles! What a loud auroma, a monopoly in smells! How they stinkle, stinkle, stinkle, When the corsage bursts in sight! While the powder in each wrinkle And the gewgaw gems that twinkle Make them ugly in the light; Reeking scent, scent, scent, When they're upright, prone or bent While the sachet begs for freedom, and the musk, revolting, yells On the belles, belles, belles, belles, Belles, belles, belles, On the weary, bleary, smeary Social Belles. Hear the monstrous Schoolhouse bells, Direful bells! What a dirge of irony their ting-a-ling expels! Like the chanticleer at morn, How they torture us, and warn We must hurry or be canned At call of roll. How they peel their tunics and Whoop 'er up, with tireless tongues, to beat the band; What a toll! O, you blatant, brazen shells! You ringers for Mephisto, from superheated hells, With your knells! Truth compels That we voice our joy with yells 'Cause you're hung and bound in cells While we're swearing and despairing, O, you bells, bells, bells, Wicked bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, O, you rocking, mocking, shocking Schoolhouse bells! |
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