| Jasper was fine but he had glass eyes |
| He crucified me with his pixie coloured lies |
| His hair was black, he had a bend in his back |
| He tied my cousin Eddy to the railroad tracks |
| The train it come, he started to run |
| Jasper C. Debussy that’s his kind of fun |
| Jasper was born with a moth in his mind |
| The moth was too soft on the curtain behind |
| He startled the face of a friend of my girl’s |
| He cut out her eyes and he wore them with furs |
| I get half the dues, wear my shoes |
| Tonight you might laugh while crying the news |
| 'Cos Jasper C. Debussy, that’s his kind of blues |
| Mama |
| Jasper he dressed in the darkest of clothes |
| He wears scarlet pantaloons and five foot one inch hose |
| His face is like a rock and his eyes like the night |
| He’s like a grim faced dog that’s looking for a fight |
| Silhouette looks like a furry Persian rat |
| When you see him coming mama, you’d better run |
| Because Jasper C. Debussy that’s his kind of fun |