Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave:
"I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you're gonna find there"

You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you what to do

Margarita Passion had to get a fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know the things she could buy

And she would run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you what to do

Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know they couldn't make a scene

She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you what to do

Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small town taste
Rode the trolleys down to Forty-Seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven

Had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you what to do

Ooooh
Ooooh