Gnomes
Paper bags are stronger than most people give them credit for
Who else is gonna hide your face from people at the door
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
And paper bags can do what plastic won't do for you otherwise
The spirit of the trees is woven into all its sides
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So dance a jig and fiddle-dee-dee
And sing the Georgia Rag
Ha-Ha
Ho-Ho
Hee-Hee-Hee
Aren't you the prettiest hag
And I say that not to any lady in the house tonight
But to the boys who won't control their hands so slight
We build your house and tile the floors from rock that's known as everstone
Who else is gonna wire the walls, so give your dog a bone
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
The taps and baths source water from the Garden of Earthly Delights
So you can drink yourself so holy all the days and nights
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So grab your partner, grab some wine
And dance the Virginia Reel
Heh-heh-heh
Hi-hi-hi
Aren't you the slipp'riest eel
And I say that not to any lady who might hear this tune
But to boys who can't tell between November and June
In the Silver Afternoon, when we are guarded by the moon
We will march towards the river, with the mushrooms in our hand
And take out the knees of the one with silver spoons
In their mouths, who are trampling on our land
Are you insulted yet
That there's a turn of the deal
Are you insulted yet
That you don't have such a meal
Are you insulted yet
That we aren't what you call real
Well, no-one's going home tonight
So Moses take the wheel
So mix yourself a Julip and take solace in the greenery
There's no-one in the yard who you won't have to go and see
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
And maybe their's an heir or heiress waiting to be realized
And grant you fortune when you look into their stately eyes
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So grab your partner, grab some wine
And dance the Virginia Reel
Heh-heh-heh-heh
HA-HA-HAH
Aren't you the slipp'riest eel
And I say that not to any lady who might hear this tune
But to boys who can't tell between November and June
You know who I'm talking about! HAHAHA
Oh, you are my lovely girl! Oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Oh-ho! Ho! Why is everything so dizzy? HAHA
Oh no! No! No! Oh, no!
What is this, the Mercydale Inn? Hah-hah-hah
I think I need to go take a nap
Who else is gonna hide your face from people at the door
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
And paper bags can do what plastic won't do for you otherwise
The spirit of the trees is woven into all its sides
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So dance a jig and fiddle-dee-dee
And sing the Georgia Rag
Ha-Ha
Ho-Ho
Hee-Hee-Hee
Aren't you the prettiest hag
And I say that not to any lady in the house tonight
But to the boys who won't control their hands so slight
We build your house and tile the floors from rock that's known as everstone
Who else is gonna wire the walls, so give your dog a bone
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
The taps and baths source water from the Garden of Earthly Delights
So you can drink yourself so holy all the days and nights
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So grab your partner, grab some wine
And dance the Virginia Reel
Heh-heh-heh
Hi-hi-hi
Aren't you the slipp'riest eel
And I say that not to any lady who might hear this tune
But to boys who can't tell between November and June
In the Silver Afternoon, when we are guarded by the moon
We will march towards the river, with the mushrooms in our hand
And take out the knees of the one with silver spoons
In their mouths, who are trampling on our land
Are you insulted yet
That there's a turn of the deal
Are you insulted yet
That you don't have such a meal
Are you insulted yet
That we aren't what you call real
Well, no-one's going home tonight
So Moses take the wheel
So mix yourself a Julip and take solace in the greenery
There's no-one in the yard who you won't have to go and see
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
And maybe their's an heir or heiress waiting to be realized
And grant you fortune when you look into their stately eyes
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So grab your partner, grab some wine
And dance the Virginia Reel
Heh-heh-heh-heh
HA-HA-HAH
Aren't you the slipp'riest eel
And I say that not to any lady who might hear this tune
But to boys who can't tell between November and June
You know who I'm talking about! HAHAHA
Oh, you are my lovely girl! Oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Oh-ho! Ho! Why is everything so dizzy? HAHA
Oh no! No! No! Oh, no!
What is this, the Mercydale Inn? Hah-hah-hah
I think I need to go take a nap
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Writer(s): James Booth
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