A bone is what I wanted for a bit of *osteology
I *nicked a corpse an’ now I dabble; interest: *topology
I peel the skins off each arm and I cut the soft *endosteum
With *marrow in, it’s all inside the harder *periosteum

It’s very swell: the marrow goo; the matter’s in *trabecular
The bit they call the *stroma has the tissue that’s *reticular
Of “type three collagen” make-up, it’s teeming with a lot o’ cells
(Spoken line)
Ooh, lot o’ cells, lot o’ cells…love it!
(Resume singing)
I’m into boring facts; I’m wrong an’ square; I’ve got a lot o’ smells

(I’m into boring tax, an’ *Gong; unfair: not had a lot o’ belles)
(I’m into boring *macs; I *pong; despair: don’t get a lot o’ “swells”)
(I’m into boring slacks; too long I wear; they’re bad: they have a lot o’ smells)

The marrow glop is integral in makin’ loads o’ *thrombocytes
It also makes prolific cells, that store the fat, called *lipocytes
An’ then there are the *macrophages; debris, they *phagocytose
I wonder if they taste ‘em, whether *pathogens are *acetose

(Although the cells are microscopic, debris they phagocytose)
(*Asunder, once they waste ‘em; they can handle quite a *massy dose)

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I’ve got the *stiff in front o’ me; from feet I pulled some smelly socks
The meat: I’ll try to sell it; maybe see it cooked in deli woks
I’m breakin’ *metatarsals: I’ve no skills; I’m full o’ the sloppyness
I’m bashing ‘em some more; his distal *phalanges have floppyness

I…can tell the corpse is breakin’ down: had *rigor’d limbs, now *sloughy knees
I make the choking noise as, from his guts, I catch a *guffy breeze
The guy can *hum; a fog all rich; now turd an’ *mucus in a pour
(Spoken line)
Ooh, in a pour, in a pour…horrid!
(Resume singing)
I bristle, with despair, an’ grab my dear ol’ wife’s new pinafore

(The piss’ll mar, beware; I’ve grabbed my dear ol’ wife’s new pinafore)
(So, this’ll make her flare; she’s had to toss ‘em in the bin *afore)
(The diss’ll make her swear; she’s often hit me on the chin, or shin, afore)

Now I dig out an ankle bone: the fabby middle *cuneiform
And try to tell the diff’rence from a wrist (or *carpal) *lentiform
An’ now, removal of the carpals: *capitate and *trapezoid
His end of arm is floppy; now they’re missin’, there’s a gappy void

(The wife’s approval: bonkin’ corpses; couldn’t wait: this *chappie toyed)
(His end: a charm, but gloppy; so no kissin’; there’s a crappy ‘rhoid)

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I’ve cracked a *zygomatic bone; his *mandible is wobblin’
His eyes are mush: no sight; a Franken-monster: won’t be cobblin’
His *concha bones are nasal, turbinated and inferior
I’ll dig on through, intensely, to the meat of the interior

Now I have snapped his *vomer; I’m dismayed that it’s so crum-bl-y
I can’t do more than hack bits: I’m a novice, an’ I’m fum-bl-y
A quart is what I’m guz-zl-ing; a belly full of Tennessee
(Spoken line)
Ooh, I say, not as good as that, er, Hennessy; wait…(glug, glug, glug, glug)…ready!
(Resume singing)
My knife: a slitter; cocked: he ain’t no more; a *sneck in, then, a she

(My wife is bitter: socked me on the jaw; she’s lookin’ menacy)
(My wife: a hitter; knocked me to the floor; she’s hookin’, then a knee)
(My wife is fitter; rocked me to the core; she’s cookin’; then a *tenor, me)

She’s a filly with a skill edge; I’m unlucky: wed a fighter chick
Her moanin’ gets me down, an’ when she’s saying that I’m quite a prick
I dig my hobby; she protested; had enough, she threw a look
My head was in a fuddle; then the snidey cow, she threw a hook

(A *pig, or *bobby: he arrested; baddie stuff; they threw a book)
(My head is in a muddle; I’m inside, an’ now I’m through: a crook)