Lyrics
He was selling postcards from a paper stand
Whiskey bottle in his withered hand
Put a finger on a photo from an old magazine
Saw himself in the shadow of a dream
Found him with head inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
Called him agitator, a spy and thief
Shut him up in solitary third degree
Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line, Reel him in
He tried to appeal to the king of might
Said Im just exercising my sacred right
The king he said "You ain't got no rights
You're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight
Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line, Reel him in
Found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
Called him agitator, a spy and thief
Shut him up in solitary third degree
They put him aboard a well wound whirlwind
Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin
He gave em a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine
And said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time
Take a long line,
Take a long line,
Take a long line, reel him in
Take a long line,
Take a long line,
Take a long line, reel him in
Take a long line,
Take a long line
Take a long long. long line, reel him in
Bernard Patrick Neeson, John Carrington Brewster-Jones, Rick Brewster
CONSALAD CO., Ltd.