Katie-bell, baby-bell, your acting too darn bold,
This crib you're in belonged to me when I was two months old.
Katie-bell, Child-bell, what are you up to now?
Rippin heads off baby dolls and tearin up the house.
Katie-bell, Teenage-bell, tell me where've you been?
Runnin with those older boys is bound to do you in.
Katie-bell, troubled-bell, no wonder you're in jail,
That deadly grip of drugs has finally grabbed you by the tail.
Katie-bell, Tragic-bell, the cops were at our door.
Your seatbelt was unfastened and your beer was on the floor.
Katie-bell Silent-bell, you look like you are asleep.
This pillow in your casket feels so silky and so sleek.
Katie-bell, Angel bell, I hope that you're above?
This yearning heart is what I use to send you all my love.