Lyrics
Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
Those who speak of what they know
Find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Bouquet, hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
Those who speak of what they know
Find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Bouquet, hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!