Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr Malaprope & Co, artist - Skyclad. Album song Jig-A-Jig, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 30.06.2010
Record label: Global
Song language: English
Mr Malaprope & Co |
Poor Mr Malaprope never really had a hope |
Sitting in the corner with his raps’n’ale, |
He never knew a lot about the things he used to shout about |
Sometimes what he said just went beyond the pale. |
On science his theory was that, «They're all barking mad». |
On politics he argued they’re all equally as bad. |
Religiously he would observe high days and holidays, |
'Divine Intervention' couldn’t make him change his ways |
Then came Sir Spoutalot, straight out of Camelot, |
Tilting at the windmills all along the mile. |
No 'paragon of virtue' this was true, |
Putting damsels in distress was more his style. |
Their passions he would recount in intimate detail, |
With odes and songs and oratory to all he would unveil. |
This self-styled ballad monger then left us all to ponder, |
Why abstinence or reticence couldn’t make the heart grow fonder? |
Dear Dr Pennywise not slow to realise, |
You shouldn’t «spoil the vessel for a ha’porth of tar». |
Sixpence the poorer like Mr Micawber, |
His grand designs just didn’t get far. |
Aguilar, Guy and Dancer were men he could admire, |
But unlike them he had no pile on which he might retire. |
In consequence he paid no heed to bills and fines and fees, |
And he ended up down 'Queer Street' with 'Lady Poverty'. |