Martin Decent came to play, came to play, came to play
On a bright and winter's day
Turned his coat in the morning
Martin Decent spoke out loud, spoke out loud,
Told his tale to the listening cloud
Then he turned his coat in the morning
Ate his greens and his rhubard raw
Chewed his food with a vigorous jaw
Wrote down he all he heard and saw
Martin Decent sang along, sang along, sang along
Leant his voice to the children's song
Then he turned his coat in the morning
Told a few little lily-white lies
Hid the truth behind his eyes
Nobody knew he was in disguise
Martin Decent danced a lot, danced a lot, danced a lot
Struck the pose for a photograph
Then he turned his coat in the morning
Martin Decent went back home, went back home, went back home
Slept like a log in a bed of his own
Then he turned his coat in the morning
Yes he did!
Hey! FUck him! Roll him in manure!
(trans. Sean Miller -
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