Great Horse

Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid

Pranced proudly in the garden villas with the Sun

Dipped diving with his horned onyx

Saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs of the gun

When the great apple falls

She’ll be queen of your halls

Tall bowman from the burnt pastures

Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing to his lord

Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire

I can master with the aid of this skull powdered cord

When the great apple falls

She’ll be queen of your halls

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah

Great Horsey Champer Goldbraid

Pranced proudly in the garden villas with the Sun

Dipped diving with his horned onyx

Saddle shining in the black aped eyeballs of the gun

When the great apple falls

She’ll be queen of your halls

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah