When I call the spirits in for whist
When I call the spirits in for bridge
They arrive over rain river bridge
They come alone over skeleton ridge
Racks of bones and sacks of bones they scratch over skeleton rich
Love those motherfucking nude skeletons
They make me laugh, the skeletons
Always cracking wise, their teeth
Their grins are galacious and glabrous
They've got that dry, dry sense of humour
Yorick, that fuck, he's a skeleton
Oh that prick Yorick, he's a card
That blasted prick yorick the squadrons
The squadrons of Yoricks and Pricks
Yorick the clown prince of destruction
Yorick will ride from the east
People will gather and giggle
Until laser beams shoot from his grin grinning eyes