Elves

When will the good Scotch return?

In all its scarred, splendor,

When will the price of Scotch come down?

Here's him in nearly '85

Hanging around with pop scum

It's not the business I despise

On this train, extended ride

It's the Scotch end of the market now

And steel glasses

And bad music corpses

Cannot hide the new rock scum

Spitting on what's good and gone

Spitting on what's good and gone

When will the price of Scotch come down?

Arrangement before job done

Alignment before job done

Assignment before song sung

Alignment before job done

All of this fantastic league's against me

The Fantastic is in league against me

Tin-can rattle on the path

The [bestial greed] is on the attack

The cat black runs round the tree

The siamese reached the shore

The siamese reached the shore

No never, no never no more

will I trust the elves of Dunsimore (repeated)