That nasty gypsy has once again reared her head
She’s looking around and checking things out
That gypsy had been gone so long; I’d hoped she was dead
Everywhere her eyes land, she stirs up emotions of discontent
She snarls, grits her teeth, and lets out an ugly shout
I want to run away from her, but I’m too weak, so I just stay in bed
The certain destruction of my peace and tranquility on this she is hell bent
That gypsy wants me to escape to lands unknown and live full of doubt
She wants me to shake off self-made chains and shoes of lead
I won’t go where I’m sent
My staying is the only way to show that nasty gypsy the way out