Old King Cole - FUNBOX

Old King Cole was a brutal soul, and a bloody red soul had he He called for his mead and his gun so cold, and he called for his little pigs three Now every piggy had a razor blade and sharpened it with glee Oh, far and near, they all learn fear from King Cole and his little pigs three Factories churn, bodies burn Stars are shining bright It's your turn, now you learn How King Cole feasts tonight Old King Cole was not missold, of years he had a hundred score The dark appliance of infernal science would give him millennia more And he would watch as the suns burned out, collapsing from their core Oh, never to forgive he would eternal live, his hands dyed red by gore Factories churn, bodies burn Stars are shining bright It's your turn, now you learn How King Cole feasts tonight Old King Cole had conquered and stole the wealth of a thousand suns Surrounded was he by bodyguards three, who murdered for their sovereign's fun Arrayed in armour black as ebony, it did no good to run Whatever the task, the grim pig mask would tell you that your life was done Factories churn, bodies burn Stars are shining bright It's your turn, now you learn How King Cole feasts tonight "In the centre of Zantine, capitol city of New Constantinople, there stood a vast palace Cavernous halls by their hundreds were cared for by staff too numerous to count, while below, tunnels and passageways unused for a dozen lifetimes sprawled under the city like a spider's web Reaching every nook and lurking place. Somewhere at the centre of this labyrinth There stood a small, unremarkable room, roughly hewn from thick black rock Where King Cole sat on his white throne His shrivelled frame seemed all the more withered on its ivory bulk Surrounded, as always, by the three little pigs: silent guardians who never spoke as the blood pooled on the floor before their ruler. The feast was soon to begin." Old King Cole had a tale he told to those brought before his throne Immense and white it gleamed in the night, the colour of sun-bleached bone He'd whisper softly in their ear, the words were never known None could tell what he said, save for the dead and the three little pigs alone Factories churn, bodies burn Stars are shining bright It's your turn, now you learn How King Cole feasts tonight

Gee, it's great after bein' out late Walkin' my baby back home Arm in arm over meadow and farm Walkin' my baby back home We go 'long harmonizing a song Or i'm recitin' a poem Owls go by and they give me the eye Walkin' my baby back home We stop for a while, she gives me a smile And snuggles her head on my chest We start in to pet and that's when i get Her talcum all over my vest After i kinda straighten my tie She has to borrow my comb Once kiss then i continue again Walkin' my baby back home She's 'fraid of the dark so i have to park Outside of her door till it's light She says if i try to kiss her she'll cry I dry her tears all through the night Hand in hand to a barbecue stand Right from her doorway we roam Eats and then it's a pleasure again Walkin' my baby Talkin' my baby Lovin' my baby I don't mean maybe Walkin' my baby back home

Mira que es fantástico Lo que te voy a contar Anoche fui a bailar más no pude bailar Pues me ocurrió algo simpático Yo quería merenguear Mi chiquita cha cha cha Entonces se enojó y solo me dejó En el salón Ay que fantástico La busqué, la encontré Y le hablé de mi amor Corazón tú tienes la razón Volvamos al salón Bailando con cha cha cha de amor Esto es fantástico Pero muy simpático Un sueño fue en verdad y no la realidad Escucha bien, todo es fantástico Corazón tú tienes la razón Volvamos al salón Bailando con cha cha cha de amor Wow! Esto es fantástico Pero muy simpático Un sueño fue en verdad y no la realidad Escucha bien, todo es fantástico

Love can be pleasing Love can be teasing Love can be pleasure Love can be playful Fill everyday, full up to the measure It has known to cause a fuss From the best of us, back on our heels And it can be the greatest things Since John Henry's first fling with automobiles Oh, love can be magic Love can be tragic Love can be laughter Love can be wild, yet, sweet as a child Who gets what he's after It all depends on how you play the game And on your point of view Because of love knows the rhyme of reason Just be glad for what she sees in you Love can be magic Love can be tragic Love can be laughter Love can be wild, yet, sweet as a child Who gets what he's after It all depends on how you play the game And on your point of view Because of love knows the rhyme of reason Just be glad for what she sees in you

They try to tell us we're too young Too young to really be in love They say that love's a word A word we've only heard But can't begin to know the meaning of And yet we're not too young to know This love will last though years may go And then some day they may recall We were not too young at all And yet we're not too young to know This love will last though years may go And then some day they may recall We were not too young at all

And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're apart You wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone by Sometimes I wonder how I spend The lonely night Dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago And now my consolation Is in the stardust of a song Besides the garden wall When stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairytale A paradise where roses grew Though I dream in vain In my heart, it will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain