Jiveboat junkies
On needles on day
Crouchers to sluggish
Trapped by decay
Their sky's turned grey
The newbies unfed
Down with their dearth
The king rented ranted and said
Politine cruels
And gruel of fortaste
Off with his hands
Cross in his face
Don't take his position
Don't take this man's place
He ruined the temples
And chapels defaced
Yet none was there to forgiveth him
As froth stroked his mouth
I tooketh him home
Let him sleep on mine couch!!