Alba s touto skladbou:
Grand Guignol & Varietes,
On his balcony, smoking he was waiting
For his girl who was to be coming
Cause in spite of the cold, the snow and winter winds
His body was burning on the inside
Down there in the street he saw a cab stopping
And a shape that came and rushed out of it
Hoping to feel up there, the heat of a chimney
Cause in spite of the furs her body was freezing
Poor fellow, never really thought of it
For he always was out, and there hardly lived
Just a bed and a few things to eat & drink
But nothing to burn in the chimney to heat
His girlfriend got mad and started to order
That he set on fire books, chairs and letters
But the chairs and letters were his dead Mom's
And his books, - oh Lord! - his most precious treasures.
He then came to think strange and wild
"My body's burning, yearning for her love"
"Why wouldn't I be her natural stove?"
"We'd switch the parts, for once", he thought, satisfied
Gentleman then took a rusty knife
From the depths of his pants and proceeded
From his crest to his chest wide opened his belly slit
As smoke exhaled from there he tipped his hat to life
Staggering to bed,
He fell as she, amused & flattered,
Came closer and said
"The smell's truly awful but I guess I'll deal with it"
And just as in a muff she
Stuffed in him her
Frozen hands and feet.
