Song from the Spire

Meet the Little Man
He greets you mighty quick
I hear it’s clear he’s queer, my dear
Be mindful of his tricks
Shake his little hands
Tickle on his feet
He pukes and coughs when he gets off
Then offers you a seat
Oh poor you, so confused
Victim to a keen coup
Had no clue she’d debut
A melody tonight
From above I drop the rope
Dangle it around your nose
Jerk on my string and you’ll hear me sing
A song from the spire
Silence! She sings
So prude! No time for suitors
Unsuitable men with less than chaste intent
Often pursue her
She doesn’t mind at all, you see
The men of the village at her feet
The men of the village on their knees
These men will not receive release
Piqued, they claim, «But I’m replete
Equipped with all things that you need
You prig, you tease, I’ve no disease
Please proceed with The Gentleman’s Squeeze!»
Oh poor you, so confused
Victim to a keen coup
Had no clue she’d debut
A melody tonight
From above I drop the rope
Dangle it around your nose
Jerk on my string and you’ll hear me sing
A song from the spire
From above I drop the rope
Dangle it around your nose
Jerk on my string and you’ll hear me sing
A song from the spire
Make no hobby of disquisition
Nature is a tune but you just won’t listen
Erections on legs, bumbling up the hill
Little Man, earn your keep!
Dose me with the Paradise Pills!
From above I drop the rope
Dangle it around your nose
Jerk on my string and you’ll hear me sing
A song from the spire
From above I drop the rope
Dangle it around your nose
Jerk on my string and you’ll hear me sing
A song from the spire
Oh poor you
Oh poor you