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Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind |
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If I had to take the choice between the deafman and the blind |
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I know just where my feet should go and that's enough for me |
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I turned around and knocked them down and walked across the sea |
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Hadn't traveled very far when suddenly I saw |
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Three small ships a-sailing out towards a distant shore |
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So lighting up a cigarette I followed in pursuit |
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And found a secret cave where they obviously stashed their loot |
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Filling up my pockets, even stuffed it up my nose |
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I must have weighed a hundred tons between my head and toes |
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I ventured forth before the dawn had time to change its mind |
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And soaring high above the clouds I found a golden shrine |
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Laying down my treasure before the iron gate |
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Quickly rang the bell hoping I hadn't come too late |
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But someone came along and told me not to waste my time |
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And when I asked him who he was he said, 'Just look behind' |
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So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt |
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Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt |
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But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload |
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And by the time they'd done that I was heading down the road |
