Flint Jack

Flint jack
 He's a master of his trade
 Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age
 And from a piece of flint
 An arrowhead was shaped
 The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old
 Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
 Oh the prince of fabricators!
 Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?
 Flint jack
 He's a master of his trade
 Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age
 And from a plate of tin
 Was formed a roman breastplate
 The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old
 Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
 Oh the prince of fabricators!
 Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?
 Oh the prince of fabricators, never will you be saved
 Oh the prince of fabricators where are you now?
 'cos this is your golden age
 This is your golden age
 Flint jack
 He's a master of his trade
 Oh young edward's twisted soul, never will it be saved
 He's got a pack rat penchant for the precious things
 And he will fool us yet
 'cos the only thing that's good as gold is something that's as good as old.
 Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again
 Oh the prince of fabricators!
 Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?