And I-I won't be stupid State the obvious-pleasant platitudes Bad policies-mega magnitude Magnificent
And I-would not be surprises If next door's roses died And I-would not be overcome with grief When, in the shadow's cast The trees lose all their leaves
Two cheeks to the wind-three sheets to set sail Bow in the storm-we'll die in the water My armada-three sheets to set sail Bow in the storm-we'll die in the water Armada
And a head of wax-should not walk in the sun Pride goes before the fall-let's make feathers fly Two cheeks to the wind-three sheets to set sail Bow in the storm-we'll die on the water
My armada-led to the slaughter My armada-nothing but murder To conquer and blunder Led to the slaughter Nothing but murder My armada