| You’ll meet his kind in the strangest of places,
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| great what you find if you turn enough stones.
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| legerdemain eyes wear the sweetest of faces —
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| you’re quick to invite into your hearts and homes.
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| But the serpents and worms are his kith and kin,
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| reptillian hiding inside human skin.
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| Snake Charming
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| Horns start to show with the thrill of the slaughter,
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| true to his nature to others he’s false.
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| mothers should lock up their blossoming daughters —
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| he’ll rape anything that has limbs and a pulse.
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| A bastard — a blaggard of the highest order,
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| his mind should be washed with soap and holy water.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| It is never too late to be charming —
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| the Snake Charming.
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| The moment I strike — just when you think I’ll kiss,
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| no good in a fight — I just wriggle and hiss,
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| a fiend of distinction with eyes that deceive,
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| I am the Serpent — won’t you be my Eve?
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| He’s constantly searching (his eyes won’t stay still) for,
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| something that’s worth thirty pieces of silver.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| It is never too late to be charming —
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| the Snake Charming.
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| He’s welcome as Death at your wedding reception,
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| defying rejection — uninvited guest.
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| One foot in your door then both legs 'neath your table,
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| sly as a viper — your bosom his nest.
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| Creep like a sneak thief — snake through the grass,
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| to kiss Cleopatra — a pain in the asp.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| Charming, the snake.
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| It is never too late to be charming —
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| the Snake Charming. |