This Beard Is For Siobhan

The daughter of a man was a mammal
She bore the mark of fire and of flame
Though they’re both the same
Born unto the age of the golden
Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain
Tra la la la, now

Because my lips have split all the little children
They all hide in front in the middle and in the behind
La, la, la, la !

And because my nose has froze but i can keep on smellin’
I could smell my little day away, I could smell my whole day away
Na da da da !

Now because my teeth don’t bite I can take ‘em out dancin’
I could take my little teeth out and i could show them a real good time
Tra la la la

A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time, a good time
A real good time, good time, a good time
A real good time