How the Tongues They Wag

The tongues they wag, with constant chatter making such a noise, making such a clatter spreading all their lies thinly , on their toast with tea How I wish their tongues would stop, wagging about me. So and so was seen it's true, I cannot tell a lie Going somewhere late, with another guy did you hear the latest about that Mr. Jones? He's not going to the Coast, for he has lost his home. Did you see that woman, the way she wears her dress? what could she be thinking, I could never guess. I heard the other day, the most dreadful thing you know, He's so absolutely vile, that Mr. So and So. How the tongues they do wag, with constant dark delight Spreading all their hate, it just does not seem right,.