Lock And Lither

Pither, fither, Lock and lither, Schlock and flither, Clock and chither-- Out on the way to Mayfair we bumped Into a drunken lazy bum who stumbled. Now we swindle, swelter, and connive, and The Jews and all my juicy friends are helter-skelter! Shriek your shrug and hang your quiver, But don't just hang around here Like some kind of bad luck personified Or with any great expectations, either, Chuck! Pig snouts, without a doubt, Who knows what'll rise up out of the dust next Or what will rip what ripe flesh Or who will go down in pride now without a word?