Bring me a whiskey.
Get me a beer.
What's that song
I like to hear?
The dreamy child.
The father proud and strong.
I kinda like that song.
The one about the Earlie King.
Daddy, I can see him.
His coat's so shiny bright.
Behind us in the night,
I can see the Earlie King.
Daddy, I can hear them.
They're singing just for me.
Can't you hear? Can't you see
the daughters of the Earlie King?
Spill the milk! Spill the meat!
Life is bitter and death is sweet!
All the bacon that a boy can eat!
Come along with me!
And the bad bells ring!
And the bad bells ring!
And I am running,
still running from the Earlie King!
And there's nothing there, nothing at all.
Fairytales and folderol.
Nothing to hear and nothing to see.
Wind in the willow.
Moonlight in the tree.
The dreamy child.
The father proud and strong.
I kinda like that song.
The one about the Earlie King.
Daddy, can you hear me?
It's got so hard to speak.
I'll kiss your bristly cheek
and go with the Earlie King.
Up from the table,
my brother's tiny soul
all gone, swallowed whole,
taken by the Earlie King.
Spill the milk! Spill the meat!
Life is bitter and death is sweet!
All the bacon that a boy can eat!
Come along with me!
And the bad bells ring!
And the bad bells ring!
And I am running,
still running from the Earlie King!
And there's nothing there, nothing at all.
Fairytales and folderol.
Nothing to hear and nothing to see.
Wind in the willow.
Moonlight in the tree.
The bad bells ring!
And the bad bells ring!