noble chanter

take your feeding tube out

let you be parched of mouth

time to get up my little boy

time to see the world's joy

the boldest chanter in the bunch

noble chords he struck with love

i've got you in my pocket

you're alright

you've got me in your pocket

i'm alright

bright red hair

socks to the knee

in his hand

he held a trophy

he traveled the world by sea and land

he was a well traveled man

i'm a no good samaritan

that makes you the chosen one