The Dragon

Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three.

Count to three. Count to three.

The Dragon!

Hey yo, we eat like kings with a lotta gold rings,

And the fancy things that the royalty brings,

And realy young girls who just wanna have flings,

We ain't doing too bad for a couple earthlings.

Of course, the lord rides in on a horse

Entertained the jesters all up in my court

Sire, change into your evening attire

The Dragon from the hill lit the village on fire!

'Cause once upon a time, when the poems didn't rhyme,

And the only crime was stealing jewelry that shine,

There was once an old man, that was plumb out his mind

Lived high in the mountain where the goats don't climb

Had a cane, could hear and it seemed that he was blind,

But he could see the future and fate of mankind.

Only one man could send the dragon back where he came

With power of shamans summoning rain,

With a thunderous bang which smothered the flame

Then peace was restored to the village again.

He saw the arrow that they aimed at the dragons brain

Had blood like lava when it pumped through his veins

And everybody in the village thought that he was slain

'Till a huff of black smoke puffed up from his fangs.

The Dragon! People started runnin' and gaspin',

Arrows started bouncing off his head, What happened?

I'm so puzzled, I thought he was dead for sure

Somebody hit the wizard and kill him once more!

This is war. Stories from the old folklore.

So shut all your windows and lock all your doors!

Hold your breath. Make a wish.

Count to three. Count to three.