Down the stairs (Katzenjammer Kabarett)

He found an old fat woman Waiting down his stairs She moved a broken white fan That could blow no air Since he looked so very tired She gave him a wheelchair It was made of matchsticks burnt And could his weight not bear “ What an awful choice to make Take that seat or go to bed My body’s all so weary I’m not too sure I could Climb these stairs” And gathering all drunken strength He made his way up there But trippled down on the first step And broke his neck par terre “What a wrong choice you did make You should have taken my chair Your body’s all so bloody now and you’ll Never climb up anywhere …” Then she stood and walked with care Pulled the body by the hair Put that dead meat on the chair And she vanished, leaving him there.