Lyrics:
Pan Pipe

now insert my spinal tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind & Fire, ice

, you wanna be a man You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend I know the type, come down and take a little pipe

the virtue of a saint to not succumb - overcome this Polkageist. Arms of ivory strummed perfection summond me toward the middle. Pan warmed up his pipes

death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon Entertain but never trust anyone sober What tastes less but tastes good, my stop hats top hating Unsafe cheerleaders pour poms in pipe

dwell Where the banshees live and they do live well Stonehenge where a man is a man And the children dance to the pipes of pan Stonehenge, 'tis a magic

stone Ask the stone beneath the wall Are there any stars at all Like an eagle in the sky Tell me if air is strong In the floating pan pipe victories

Come gather around me friends I'll tell you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats Painting pictures with pipes of pan A young boy and

nymphs I praise thee The wilderness is yours O great son of Herme and lovely Dryope When arcadians gather and sing The sweet sound of your pipe Will

Thirteen gather on a moonless night The morning star is burning bright Doom-mantia Followers, they sing and dance The pipes of Pan have weaved a trance