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A Rum Tale - Procol Harum

"She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good I've taken to drinking, and given up food I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum I'm selling my memoirs,"

T.V. Ceasar - Procol Harum

"T.V. Ceasar Mighty Mouse Holds his court in every house Spied in every crack and corner Watch you eat your TV dinner Creeping in through eyes and ears Finding out your secret fears T.V. Ceasar Mighty Mouse Shares"

A Souvenir Of London - Procol Harum

"Bought a souvenir in London Got to hide it from my mom Can't declare it at the Customs But I'll have to take it home Tried to keep it confidential But the news is leaking out Got a souvenir in London There's"

For Liquorice John - Procol Harum

"He fell from grace and hit the ground They tried in vain to bring him round No one saw him make the fall They couldn't understand at all His fall from grace was swift and straight The doctors didn't hesitate What"

Fires (Which Burnt Brightly) - Procol Harum

"This war we are waging is already lost The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought for are lost in the fray Standards and bugles are trod"

Robert's Box - Procol Harum

"Doctor where's your remedy? I've got enough to pay the fee Can't you see I'm awful sick? I'll pay you well to do the trick Doctor where's your magic box There's no one here to count the cost Name"

Nothing But The Truth - Procol Harum

"It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And heaped up leaves of bitterness turned mouldy"

Beyond The Pale - Procol Harum

"Who will search for Holy Grail Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds"

As Strong As Samson - Procol Harum

"Psychiatrists and Lawyers destroying mankind Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and Brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When"

The Idol - Procol Harum

"Oh the idol, Oh the idol They knew the monster's every trick They knew his secrets every stitch All of it had been a game Nothing but a charlatan Perhaps there was a chance of coming through It even seemed"

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