Rolf Hogan Troubadour (Monster of Romance)

Wake up baby tell me what’s the time
Don’t you wonder what the hell we’re doing with our life
I was dreaming I was a troubadour
Yeah a stumbling bard on the road to war
They washed me down with bull’s blood
As their banners snapped in the wind
Wrapped me up in stag hide
And they turned the wolfhound loose
I was a troubadour
I was a troubadour
A troubadour
Monster of Romance
Hey now baby I love you so much
And your seven sisters probably just as much
Ah come on don’t you look so sad
Even in those rumours I’m not entirely bad
So build me a bonfire
Of my cheap tricks and lousy satire
And mould me into something good
Like the wax you roll on your fingertips
I’ll be your troubadour
I’ll be your troubadour
Your troubadour
Monster of Romance
So march me along
With your battle pipes and your rebel song
And cut me on down
With your Gallipoli and your Wounded Knee
And tie me to your rocky bed
Let the words fly through the wounds
With a crowbar I struck
Through the gorse and through the muck
And I have wrestled on a thousand tables
With the frigid arm of fate
So take me on home
To my lazy bed and the restless foam
And fly me to the rainbow’s end
With its green blood and gold on my headstone
I’ll be your troubadour
I’ll be your troubadour
Your troubadour
Your monster
I’ll be your troubadour
I’ll be your troubadour
Your troubadour
Monster of Romance