This Beard Is For Siobhan

The daughter of a man Was a mammal She bore the mark of fire And of flame Though they're both the same Born unto the age of the golden Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain Tra la la la, now Because my lips have split All the little children They all hide in front In the middle and in behind La, la, la, la ! And because my nose has froze But i can keep on smellin' I could smell my little day away I could smell my whole day away Na da da da ! Now because my teeth don't bite I can take 'em out dancin' I could take my little teeth out And i could show them a real good time Tra la la la A good time a good time A real good time...