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

A 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