From the walls of the cauldron
And the fiery old well
Lives a heartbeat of wolves (and)
A caged tiger's shell
He stumbles in the waters
And he dwells a good drum
He spits in the alleyway
He chews up some gum.

I get up for paper
I get down for rain.
I stand up for sorrow
I lie down for pain.
I think love is crazy
And I ought to be blamed
But the feelings of the night-time
Are all in my name.

Dogs and cats roam silently
In a house of flaming cards
And bagpipes roll endlessly
Played by polka-dot bards
I spin in a tombstone
I laugh in a chair
The electric sparks tangle
And mess up my hair.

He feels an odd poke
In the bottom of his cloud
So what of a bullet?
Go scatter the crowd!
He flips inside out
And dashes out his head
He feels now reborn
Though he truly is dead

So pick up the glass
On the soles of your feet
Get up and spell "magic"
As you groove to the beat
I sing out a longing cry
That hounds out a pig
But my nanny BEATS FRANTIC
SO GO DANCE THE JIG!