Hold on It's starting to get tough And we just can't go on Impossible to hear And to locate First the headlights Then the rowboats Them the brim droves Will come Wait a while It's almost feeding time And Tuesday is steak-day, honey This solitary state Will soon be over, then They'll turn to their next field It will be like First the doctors Then the chemists Then the label "Le Bossu" They'll reward us for good conduct But they'll never let us go A search party I'm sure there's one out there Dog's already sniffing Are we close? Then the martel Then the order Reinstated And we're kings