Ai-ai! What you can believe true 'n'
Of those false prophets who promise you the moon
Their manipulation of you, your power in lieu 'n'
O' your precious freedom, perhaps even fortune
It's crazy, you're convinced it is shelter
You mock you, in a world you would better
Caught in a trap to be sold much too clever
Y'pull yoursel' a funny face 'n' it deceives you further
Blinded by ol' gold emerging in its hole
Ya wooden o's speech, deliciously drole
Ah can't y'see t' trying this crazy's issues roll
Enticing airs engratiaiting contents of the bowl
(Twice: refrain)
Hey! Cheery bloke, watch that tongue
I am the cat who will eat that joke
In this game, you'll win no'n
One, day or another, pulls the spoke
Na-na-no'n-to'n-mon-pot
O' those gatecrashers, those magical cheap-shots
Bit too much wanting to hear who pleases your lot
It will have clapped you rubbing itself off your rot
Baa-baa-but watch it cluck around
It tests the ground, divides the honour bound
As is monastic habit, proclaims the sacred sound
Your controller, your fears and you become its hound
Blinded by ol' gold emerging in its hole
Ya wooden o's speech, deliciously drole
Ah can't y'see t' trying this crazy's issues roll
Enticing airs engratiaiting contents of the bowl
(Thrice: refrain)
[Hey! Cheery bloke...
I am the cat...
In this game...
Hey! Cheery bloke...
et cetera... ...]