Marjory Razorblade is as keen and sharp as can be
Will always settle my problems for me
She will sort out all my dusty neighbors
Cut a swatch right through their undignified ways
And if they talk about me behind my back
She will not play their game
She will not play that game
She will not play their game
Oh, Marjory Razorblade, oh, what a picture she made
In her long and her fusty dress and her hair that she plaited best
Oh, what a woman, what a tongue, what an abrasive manner
And if anyone upsets me they will regret it, they will regret it
Oh, she’s mine though she’s over fifty nine
She’s experience of the world far beyond my years
Oh, mother me Marjory, oh, Razorblade
Mother me Marjory, oh, Razorblade
