On Curly’s dome
his brother’s fist is gonna home…
growing Moe bile.
Then he’s gonna conk that dome.
causing Curly to feel
growing Moe bile.
Keeps abusin’

Moe’s punches he can’t curb,
’specially after a goad…
growing Moe bile.
Got a temper that ain’t sweet;
he thinks you’ve crossed, you’ll get beat…
growing Moe bile.
Keeps on bruisin’.

This isn’t good:
He has no pity.
He’ll lame you easily
and repeatedly.
He’ll break a bone.
Growing Moe bile.
Slap-slap!

He might ream your spleen
or crease a kidney…
dreadful Moe bile.
He’ll likely crack your head;
the guy is someone to dread.
Growing Moe bile.
Keeps contusin’.

It behooves him
to be hitty.
He’ll put grooves in
your face—you’ll feel shitty.
He’ll slug you—POW!
You sting—
he’ll make you sting. “Ow!!”

He’ll make you sting, you’ll sing, “Stop!”
Proving naught.
Moe bile….

You’re laid bare and get contusions,
and you’re feeling kinda tipsy.
More punch profusion.
He’s a mad man who’ll never get kissy.

Try more bile.

Moe bile, more bile, Moe bile, more bile….