Monkberry Moon Delight - Percy 'Thrills' Thrillington

So I sat in the attic,

A piano at my nose,

And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata…).

Sore was I from the crack of an enemy’s hose,

And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato…).

Ketchup (ketchup)

Soup and puree (Soup and puree),

Don’t get left behind (get left behind)…

When a rattle of rats had awoken,

The sinews, the nerves and the veins.

My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach,

And I gazed at that terrible sight

Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,

Sucking monkberry moon delight.

Monkberry moon delight,

Monkberry moon delight.

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,

And my hair is a tangled beretta.

When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest,

And I don’t get the gist of your letter (your letter…).

Catch up!

(catch up),