Wilson Lyrics

Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you

Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book
In as far as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you

I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same
[or "I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same"]
When we had that meeting, over down near Game(hendge)
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards
I beg it all trune for you

You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson
Can you still have fun?
Wilson
Can you still have fun?
Wilson
Can you still have fun?
Wilson

Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolution was
Taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople had gathered to
Witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that
Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's
Money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson and
The AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag over his head.
Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak.