Tekst:
Queen At The Beeb

: Now once upon a time. An old man told me a fable. When the piper is gone. And the soup is cold upon the table. And if the black crow flies. To

: Had to make do with a worn out rock and roll scene. The old bop is gettin' tired need a rest. Well you know what I mean. Fifty eight that was great

: Tried to be your son and daughter rolled into one. You said you'd equal any man for having your fun. Now didn't you feel surprise to find. The cap

: I was told a million times. Of all the troubles in my way. Might he grow a little wiser. Little better ev'ry day. But if I crossed a million rivers

In the land where horses born with eagle wings. And honey bees have lost their stings. There's singing forever. Lion's den with fallow deer. And

Great King Rat died today. Born on the twenty first of May. Died syphillis forty four on his birthday. Every second word he swore. Yes he was the

Now once upon a time. An old man told me a fable. When the piper is gone. And the soup is cold upon the table. And if the black crow flies. To find

I have sinned dear Father Father I have sinned. Try and help me Father. Won't you let me in? Liar. Nobody believes me Liar. Why don't they leave