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Correct Polkageist! Lyrics
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Correct Polkageist!
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One day whilst out exploring in some Far-flung foreign corner, I took respite From my journey to admire the local fauna. When from the twilight distance a peel of Bells and laughter, set my heart-strings Fluttering like bats through chapel rafters. On entering a clearing I did sense Impending peril, beheld a Gypsy wench With flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral. She smiled at me so sweetly (bit a lip that smacked of danger), Gave a look fit to disarm This poor, unwitting stranger. [Chorus:] Her rhythm pounced upon me It trounced me in a trice. That charm she wove about me Gripped me tight as any vice. (She spoke in tongues above me). Though I cast my eyes to Christ, You'd need 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 Heard Herne a plucking at the fiddle. She wrapped herself about me (felt her hot breath at my ear); Danced a horizontal polka Down the path to Hell I fear. We're on a path to Hell I fear! [Chorus:] Her rhythm pounced upon me It trounced me in a trice. That charm she wove about me Gripped me tight as any vice. (She spoke in tongues above me). Though I cast my eyes to Christ, You'd need the virtue of a saint To not succumb - overcome this Polkageist. The Horny Huntress: "A spirit sent to haunt you Taunting all your earthly days. Satyrs vaunt Cavorting to the reel Cernunnos plays. I head our wild procession (every beast from man to mouse), Finds freedom in possession Polkageist is in the house! " Juice of fruit beyond forbidden Dripping slowly from her fingers, She took my hand and led me To that place where cunning lingers. [Chorus:] Her rhythm pounced upon me It trounced me in a trice. That charm she wove about me Gripped me tight as any vice. (She spoke in tongues above me). Though I cast my eyes to Christ, You'd need the virtue of a saint To not succumb - overcome this Polkageist.
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