Jack

Jack was really a jester
 Who held his one good eye on the queen
 And there sat the king beside her
 He's pointing his sword up and down with every scene
 And the wizard's in the corner
 Catching peanuts between his teeth
 And the dogs lying in the shadow in the archway
 There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog dreams
 He slipped next to the wizard
 Whispered something deep, to the bottom of his ear
 A little joke, the one about the farmer's daughter
 How she was stomping on grapes, coming up with blue feet and beer
 And he slipped behind the queen
 Where the fools go the rich don't mind
 Lately the king's (k)nights have turned a little rusty
 And his halo - I mean his crown - has gone and slipped down around his eyes
 The wizard's in the corner
 Pulling lizards between his knees
 And the dog he been long gone
 Gone to pitch for the winning team
 Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four bicycles on the wall
 Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them falls
 Jack's been cooking in the kitchen
 Whompin' up some biscuits for us all
 For us all, For us all
 Ready to ride, ready to ride, ride