Now once upon a time there was a scholar Who packed his books and bags to see the world He never pissed away a single dollar And never even kissed a pretty girl He roamed around the mountains and the rivers And went to sleep wherever he laid down But then one night in pale moonlight He heard the strangest sound
He started up, his heart was full of wonder He saw a fire burning in the sky And then he heard the noise of rolling thunder A million drunken angels passing by From deep within he heard a hundred voices That said: We all must play our part And sang a song that came up from The bottom of their hearts
He found himself surrounded by some dancers Who put his bags and fortune to the flames They told him: If you’re looking for some answers You’re gonna have to lose this crazy game They found a letter lying in the ashes With words so clear and strong No matter what, I’m better off And stay where there are songs