Needle Boy

At the turn of the century I did many things to protect myself
I did many things to protect myself
I made myself a needle boy
And I hid him in the closet
And I made myself a money man
And I hid him underneath the mattress
And I made myself a spider child
And I put him in a matchbox
And I forged myself a golden statuette
And I wrapped him in a Hello magazine
And I hid him in a wall-safe
And finally I made myself a spade girl
And I put her in the garden shed
All to protect myself, you see
From the demon that was coming from the East
Or from the West
Then I sat on the rooftop and I waited
And when at last the demon came
From the East or from the West
And awoke me from my sleep
And awoke me to a particular point of view
Then the needle boy stuck him in the eye
And the money man chocked him with coins
The spider child bit him on the ankle
And the statuette crashed down upon his head
And the spade girl buried him underneath the house
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced to the western world
And I danced to the western world