A Rum Tale (Live Rehearsal)

She's fuddled my fancy

She's muddled me good

I've taken to drinking

And given up food

I'm buying an island

Somewhere in the sun

I'll hide from the natives

Live only on rum

I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down

If no one will pay me

I'll burn down the town

I'll rent out an aircraft

And print on the sky

If God likes my story

Then maybe he'll buy

I'm buying a ticket for places unknown

It's only a one way

I'm not coming home

She's swallowed my secret

And taken my name

To follow my footsteps

And knobble me lame