Would you introduce me, please, as Mr. Aklei-i?
Would you kindly loan to me an extra suit and tie tie?
And a piece of wood to stop the quiver in my thigh thigh?
Then line up each man in a big line beneath the sky sky.
Good evening, ladies, I am Mr. Aklei!
Please note my mustache; please note I never cry.
Underline each word as though its coming from on high.
Understand that I am young; I never die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
If you wish to be a man, please stand on just one knee knee.
Don’t appear to be many here that would choose to follow me me.
And yet I watch you ladies cry and plead for destiny-ny.
And then I watch you pass it by with fingers on one knee knee.
A man needs a sailboat when he needs to catch the wind.
He can’t turn and run when he feels sky against his skin.
Lady is a star; she’s invisible by day.
Looks small and silly, cause she’s just so far away. Oh!
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
We could form an army now, if we could all agree-gree.
Not to fight each other, but the winds of gravity-ty.
We’d fight until the afternoon; then we’d sit and drink drink.
Bobbing on our sailboats as the sky turns cool and pink pink.
Lady may still shine on us if we could all agree
Not to hook her body leave her bobbing in the sea.
Men may I propose that we clasp hands and agree-
If we break this vow may our blood pour out to the sea. Oh! Oh!
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.
Cry until the wheat fields roll into the sky.
It’s the sword you live by, that will be the sword you die.
Don’t take candy from a baby, man, unless you want to cry.