Wham City

There is a mountain of snow, up past the big glen We have a castle enclosed, there is a fountain Out of the fountain flows gold, into a huge hand That hand is held by a bear who had a sick band Of ghosts and cats And pigs and bats With brooms and bats And wigs and rats And play big dogs like queens and kings And everyone plays drums and sings About big sharks Sharp swords Beast bees Bead lords Sweet cakes Maste lakes O ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma