Seven Sons

Seven Sons in seven years
Bake them all a cake to end careers
She knows everybody’s girl
You complicated clown
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you
Commie-cub with a crooked crown
Coming up a lot to come back down
She knows everybody’s girl
You complicated clown
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you
She’s the beggar’s choice
With her father’s voice
With her father’s voice
She’s the beggar’s choice
Frown turned upside-down
But that red nose ain’t real
Then you start to feel
But I’ll wait on you