Oh! Lady fat, from Tennessee,
Oh! Lady fat, from Tennessee,You saw the beast bewildered, bleeding,
With bifocals and fallen belly!
Your face is pale as pale can be,
You tremble like a shaken jelly.
Yet resolutely you are climbing
With horror from your front-row seat
While thirty thousand throats are chiming
The bloody joy of bull defeat.
And bellowing in bitter pain,
A stupid brute, the horde unheeding,
Who howl! and gloat to see it slain
Amid the mockery and baiting
You saw it kneeling on the sand,
With blind futility awaiting
A fate it could not understand.
Alone, alone with thirty thousand
Conspiring to provoke its death,
Their sadic rage by blood-lust rousened,
Lady, you saw its bubbling breath,
And now your thought is to vamoose ,
For of black bulls are other five;
And so your cry: Excuse! Excuse!
Please let me go while they're alive."
"Excuse me and excuse me please,
Let me escape this crimson flood,
Before upon its crumpled knees
I see another bull belch blood."
And so you crush up through the crowd,
Your frantic thought to get away,
(Despite their protestations loud)
Before another bull they slay.
"Excuse you, Lady!" It is they
Who glare at you with looks of gall
And so you grudgingly give way
Who should pray you: "Excuse us all."
Fat Lady, from far Tennessee,
We set you from our lusts apart:
In our insensate cruelty
We reverence your human heart.