Hundreds – thousands – millions
Will appear
He struggles to signal |
So says the weird beard
And he rides around
For a chance to see it all
Uncertain and unknowing
We’re sure he will fall
So he quickly takes the high road to where is not know
He will return
Down a slide to his throne
Chorus: and he says – he says
Weird beard
5 mile – 6 mile – 7 mile
Wide
As he sped toward the mountain
An easy place to hide
