The Fest
(after Kipling’s “The Quest”)
A knave came home
from the fest
Haggard and dazed,
he moaned
Weary and slovenly
dressed
Staggering drunk
and stoned
Partying takes no
shame
Folly was first to
arrive
Merrily toot the
great cheroot
And drown out the
government’s jive!
Chorus: Here are my pants to mend
And here is my head to be
shrunk
The party was long
And the drinks, they were
strong
But I drank as much as I
drunk!
Yah, I drank as much as I
drunk!
O dark and deep
the den
That thrummed of
rock and roll
I couldn’t find a
lady friend
And so I lost
control
Utterly whelmed
was I
Buzzed like a bee
in a hive
Merrily toot the
great cheroot
And drown out the
government’s jive!
(chorus)
My senses have
been through a blitz
But that’s what I
already knew
You see my dazed
and scattered wits
But never the
minds I blew!
Matching them
drink for drink
Good bargaining to
contrive
Merrily toot the great
cheroot
And drown out the
government’s jive!
(chorus)
My folly you can’t
compute
You say that my
talk is absurd
But you didn’t
salute the great galoot
And you didn’t
give him the bird
Surely he comes to
enslave again
But when you prove
he’s lyin’
There will come to
your help my broken yelp
From this lost
weekend of mine!
(chorus)
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