create sin

Upon indulging himself in queer tasting floor sugar,
Now looking in a hole,
He will reach in his hand,
his long lost little brother,
Shore leave for a short time,
Upon invitation he arises,
The green man loves surprises,
Loves surprises.

When you’re lost,
And alone,
When there's nobody home,
Just look to the hills where he built up his house,
And if you’re lucky he'll welcome you in,
With warmth and good intentions,
He will create sin.

He sings lock up your daughters,
Tonight general,
There'll be trouble in the maiden’s quarters,
Maybe you can come and tuck me in tonight,
Sailor.

When you’re lost,
And alone,
When there's nobody home,
Just look to the hills where he built up his house,
And if you’re lucky he'll welcome you in,
With warmth and good intentions,
He will create sin.

So the great Kenneth’s returned from war,
The spread his wild oats,
What a brilliant man,
He sings all the right notes,
When a slumberous sailor should come home for dinner,
The older brother looks like a winner.

When you’re lost,
And alone,
When there's nobody home,
Just look to the hills where he built up his house,
And if you’re lucky he'll welcome you in,
With warmth and good intentions,
He will create sin.

So lock up you daughters and misplace you wife,
For his salad fingers shall bring an end to their life,
No means you no harm,
No he means you no pain,
Why try and fight him what have you to gain?

When you’re lost,
And alone,
When there's nobody home,
Just look to the hills where he built up his house,
And if you’re lucky he'll welcome you in,
With warmth and good intentions,
He will create sin.

When you’re lost,
And alone,
When there's nobody home,
Just look to the hills where he built up his house,
And if you’re lucky he'll welcome you in,
With warmth and good intentions,
He will create sin.

If you’re lost,
He will create sin,
He will create sin.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010