[Verse 1: all]
About a maid we sing a song
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
About a maid we sing a song
She did not have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in
Them in
She did every one of them in

[Verse 2: One vocalist and all]
One mornin' in a fit of pique
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
One mornin' in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin
With gin
We had to make do with gin

[Verse 3: One vocalist and all]
Her mother she could nevеr stand
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
Her mothеr she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
Her mother died with a spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin
A grin
Her face in a hideous grin
[Verse 4: One vocalist and all]
She weighed her brother down with stones
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
She weighed her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davy Jones
And all they ever found were the bones
And occasional pieces of skin
Of skin
Occasional pieces of skin

[Verse 5: One vocalist and all]
One morning when she had nothing to do
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
One morning when she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in
'bors in
Invited the neighbors in

[Verse 6: all]
And when at least the police came by
Sing Rickety Tickety Tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she could not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin