Текст песни Mr Malaprope & Co - Skyclad

Poor Mr. Malaprope never really had a hope
Sitting in the corner with his raps and ale
He never knew a lot about the things he used to shout about
Sometimes what he said just went beyond the pale
On science, his theory was that, "They′re all barking mad"
On politics, he argued they're all equally as bad
Religiously he would observe high days and holidays
Divine Intervention couldn′t make him change his ways
Then came Sir Spoutalot, straight out of Camelot
Tilting at the windmills all along the mile
No paragon of virtue this was true
Putting damsels in distress was more his style
Their passions he would recount in intimate detail
With odes and songs and oratory to all, he would unveil
This self-styled ballad monger then left us all to ponder
Why abstinence or reticence couldn't make the heart grow fonder?
Dear Dr. Pennywise not slow to realize
You shouldn't, "Spoil the vessel for a ha′porth of tar"
Sixpence the poorer like Mr. Micawber
His grand designs just didn′t get far
Aguilar, Guy, and Dancer were men he might admire
But unlike them, he had no pile on which he might retire
In consequence, he paid no heed to bills and fines and fees
And he ended up down Queer Street with Lady Poverty