Some people was an angry thin skinned man, couldn't get along with his one man band
Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket, and a crying shame, some people is his name

Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the low down notion that he is the one to blame

He used to take the train from old Montparnasse to Madrid, hustles up a little under fifty quid
Underneath the shell is an angry fire, but who's the first to jump on the pyre?

Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the low down notion he is the one to blame.

Some people like to bake a honey coiled ham, some people like to roast a leg of lamb
Some people have a complicated coat to mend, we'll all be milking goats in the end