Текст песни
The king of Marigold was on the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
And queen was on the child room
Sitting quietly and put on the dream
Where she was locked on the tower
By the evil and terrible dragon
But the young and funny pages
Sang a song about her beauty
O, pure and young Lady!
Your perfect soul and body
Must be kept in luxury bliss
But if they are not, so, please
Be sure to use escape plan
Get away from there by airplane
Fly away to far, far away
The king of Marigold and his servant
Went hunting in the forest
Horses and dogs were all around
Bells were ringing, a loud sound
And queen was on the bed
She cries from the smell of flat
She dropped her hands in grief
She reads a letter from a boyfriend
O, dear Gertrude! My greetings to you
But I’m not to hope our plan
I can offer only one thing
When the snow melt from the fields
Let’s get away by my plane
Fly away to far, far away
The king of Marigold and his buddies
Sitting at a holdem-game in the dark
Candles are burning all around
Each of them is waiting for good luck
And the queen is in the basement
Lying on a bench, covered in a blanket
The cook and the drunken gardener
Perform a funeral service
For her pure and poor soul
Oh, pure, young Lady!
Oh, our beloved Queen!
Your lifeless body
We cry, we cry, amen
