Puck

I woke up to a spirit of puckishness
Oh yeah
And I tried to catch it
Before it evanesced
Before it vanished

I'm so hungover that I don't know
Who I am, not any more
But thank God it's over and I'm finally
I'm finally sober
I. Am. Finally

Oh, Puck, don't go
Don't go yet
Oh, Puck, I'll miss you
So don't go, yet

Now I haven't seen you
For a while now
They said they need you
In another realm
But thank God it's over
And I'm finally
I'm at the helm
Yeah, I'm overwhelmed

I am. At. The. Helm

Oh, Puck, it's tough
To let go
Oh, Puck, I'll miss you
So don't go
You're the oldest old thing in England
So don't go
Oh, Puck, I'll miss you



Credits
Writer(s): Ian R Brzozowski, Ian Robert Brzozowski
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