The bars on the griddle are rusty now
The sleeves of the bats are wrinkled
Their manicured ties all buggered up
(it's easy to tell the grease balls from Grandma's Own)
And good chocolate makes you feel good
yes, we know.
We can't go on pretending unless
of course
we want to, which
of course
we do. And so we shall!
Isn't it rich? Isn't it grand?
Everything's Epic!
The most famous song in the Land!