Open his head, you'll find a heart. Open that heart, you'll find a bed. Open this bed, you'll find a tart. Open the tart, you'll find his mind. Open his head, baby, and you'll find a heart in it, cracked. Open that heart, maybe you'll find a bed in it, fact. Open this bed, Cybil, and you'll find a tart in it, wet. Open the tart, lady, and you'll find his mind in it, dead.