Lyrics Every Little Piece - Editors

Dr. Terminus: Dragon whiskers, dragon toes,
A dragon tooth and a dragon nose. Every little piece,
Every little piece, we could make a million by slicing him,
Dicing him, Hoagy we can sell every little cell.
There's enough of him to go around, money,
Money, money by the pound. Every little piece,
Every little piece, I can take a scissor and clip him up,
Rip him up, every little part is a work of art.
Think of what a dragon heart would bring,
Wrapped up in a ribbon and a string.

Both: Dragon liver can cure a cold,
Dragon powder grows hair,
With dragon blood
You'll never grow old.
Dr. Terminus: Every item is covered with gold.
Hoagy: Every item is covered with gold!

Dr. Terminus: Every little piece, every little piece,
Dragon you're my wagon to destiny, you're the key.
Every little shred, moving me ahead.
Every dream of mine will be fulfilled,
What a dragon business we can build.

Both: Dragon cartilage keeps you thin,
Dragon fat is for burns,
A dragon tear will clear up your skin.
Watch the profits come rolling in.
Watch the profits come rolling in!
Every little piece, every little crease.

Dr. Terminus: Lead me to the dragon,
I'll buy him up,
Tie him, drag him from the cave, show him that I'm brave.
I'll bind him up, grind him up, lock him up, chop him up.
Can't you hear that jingle-jangle sound?
Hoagy: Oh yes!
Both: It's money, money, money by the pound!

Dr. Terminus: Money, money, money! Crowns.
Hoagy: Shos.
Dr. Terminus: We'll have banks.
Hoagy: Full of francs.
Dr. Terminus: Quids
Hoagy: And Truckloads. Cash.

Dr. Terminus: Stocks.
Hoagy: Bonds.
Dr. Terminus: Bigger shares.
Hoagy: Millionaires.
Dr. Terminus: Marks.
Hoagy: Yens.
Dr. Terminus and Hoagy: In Tens and Twenties. Cash.

Dragon cartilage keeps you thin,
Dragon fat is for burns,
A dragon tear will clear up you skin.
Watch the profits come rolling in.
Watch the profits come rolling in!
Every little piece, every little crease!

Dr. Terminus: Lead us to the dragon, we'll buy him up.
Hoagy: Tie him up.
Dr. Terminus: Drag him from the cave, show him that we're brave.
Hoagy: Oh, no, boss, no, you go yourself.
Dr. Terminus: We'll bind him up, grind him up, lock him up, chop him up.
Can't you hear that jingle-hangle sound?
Hoagy: Oh yes!
Both: It's money, money, money by the pound!