Dennis suggested the title, Euripides suggested the rest. Μωροσ γαρ μορα λεγει.
The devil took my woman
Rose before the dawn
Flew out to a hilltop
As her spirit filled up
She tore a fawn to pieces
And made a fleece of
That little fawn
The devil held a wolf pup
To my woman’s breast
She just calmly smiled
Thought it was her child
She nursed a bear
Snakes in her hair
Loose and untressed
The devil took my woman
He gave her the power
As a fortune-teller
Blind as Helen Keller
Strumming on a lyre
With a bolt of fire
He broke my tower
Then the devil took me
Turned me to a goat
Well, up came the priestess
Wearing a meat dress
Like a housewife
She grabbed a stone knife
And slit my throat
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I have a suggestion for a song but fear I may never take it anywhere. This is what I've got:
Guess what
I didn't win the lottery again
...
The nag I backed had a heart attack
...
I'm a dope
Living on hope
I was thinking of a song along the lines of "Stake me for one more spin of the wheel, the magic number of fate will come up this time." Maybe we can combine.
Bring your ukelele.
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