Martin decent came to play, came to play, came to play On a bright and winter's day Turned his coat in the morning Martin decent spoke out loud, spoke out loud, Told his tale to the listening cloud Then he turned his coat in the morning Ate his greens and his rhubard raw Chewed his food with a vigorous jaw Wrote down he all he heard and saw Martin decent sang along, sang along, sang along Leant his voice to the children's song Then he turned his coat in the morning Told a few little lily-white lies Hid the truth behind his eyes Nobody knew he was in disguise Martin decent danced a lot, danced a lot, danced a lot Struck the pose for a photograph Then he turned his coat in the morning Martin decent went back home, went back home, went back home Slept like a log in a bed of his own Then he turned his coat in the morning Yes he did! Hey! f** him! roll him in manure! (trans. sean miller - sean_miller@mindless.com)