I′ve travelled near, I've travelled far
A belly of stew and this guitar
And the scroll to guide my way
When the gypsy called to me
And promised me rock beyond my dreams
I knew then what I′m here for
Spread the power spread the lore
But a stranger caught my eye
It was a toot in the valley
Oh, and it so blew so wild and free
As I strolled into the sound
Could not believe what I had found
T'was a man with fife of gold
Spirit young and body old
I asked the man what was his name
"The village tootsman" he proclaimed
Went on to teach me of his ways
I forsook the rock and roll
Turned my back on Gypsy scroll
Oh, and darkest way to light
It was a toot in the valley
Oh, and it blew so wild and free
Wow, why tootsman, a man may blow not only one fife but two fifes at once?
Yes with practice as can you, focus you mind traveller, forget the gypsy! and anything is possible.
I was lost, blinded, and misled by that damn gypsy and that dark scroll.
Yes traveller, the scroll is bogus, the gypsy lain.
So lost was I, pardon me but do you smell that?
Yes I do, what is that horrible sm-
Smells like yesteryear′s mutton, possibly from the first album cycle.
Tis not mutton, tis I the gypsy I forsaw this in a premonition, you′d be led astray by a fanciful douche, dresse in the finest linens, playing the limp-dicked song of the tootsmen.
Gypsy I'm sorry I heard the wind song of the toot and I was led to it-
Enough of this, you peeked inside my scroll, tootsman BEGOONE!