Chilli Powder - Beau

So forgive my confusion if I hesitate

It all must be written before it's too late

The half of my memory that can't concentrate

Waits for a silence then starts to relate

Chilli powder is

The tied paw of the red setter

or The wide jaw of the fed heifer

or The tried law of the sled fetter

or The side door of the bred debtor

or The snide snore of the bed-wetter

or The fried claw of the dead leper

I'm sure it's one of these

I'm sure it's one of these

So forgive my confusion if I talk aloud

In training the powers of which I am proud

The willing flesh scatters the memory's shroud

As witness the many so richly endowed

Chilli powder is

The tied paw of the red setter

or The wide jaw of the fed heifer

or The tried law of the sled fetter

or The side door of the bred debtor

or The snide snore of the bed-wetter

or The fried claw of the dead leper

I'm sure it's one of these

I'm sure it's one of these

So again yet again roll your memory's beads

In thereby remembering all of your needs

The starving may watch as this englander feeds

So sing your laments and Gretchaninov creeds

Chilli Powder is

The tied paw of the red setter

or The wide jaw of the fed heifer

or The tried law of the sled fetter

or The side door of the bred debtor

or The snide snore of the bed-wetter

or The fried claw of the dead leper

or The dried core of the red pepper

I'm sure it's one of these

I'm sure it's one of these