Fat Man

When the Fat Man comes

All the music gets left for dead

Oh no

Big and sad and hollow

The work in progress of a blossoming saint with his tuba slung around

And around round-round-round

Gotta roll

Bigger fish to swallow

Take a meeting in the conference room about popsicles and ghosts

And the big words fly and the fat man has to roll

Roll

Gotta roll

Uh Oh-Oh NO

Biting down doing donuts round the other guy 

Roll

Gotta roll

(from Bram Stokers novel "Dracula")

"The branch of wild rose on his coffin

keep him that he not move from it

and as for the stake we know already of it's peace

or the cut off head that giveith rest"

Copyright 2004 Jay Wasco