The mustard musketeers Huffed and puffed, till they puffed away Everyone's sorrows Then they rode away Into directionless dust And no one could say Where they'd end up tomorrow
The time went by and They got older Skies got hotter and Days got colder It's paper or plastic or Paper or plastic or Paper or plastic or Paper or plastic
So the mustard musketeers Scaled their last castle wall and went in Undercover
One went in dressed like a priest One went as a gardener, and one Went in as a Flower