How I hate the Queen of Pentacles! Sitting on her golden throne In her domestic tyranny All roads lead back to her alone
The whole wide world is a great big drain And the vortex is her heart Her needs and wants and Wishes and whims All take precedence on this chart
But what do I know? My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool That merry rootless man With air beneath my footstep And providence as my plan Providence as my plan
Oh it’s such expensive innocence! Never knowing any cost She throws around her finery For us to fetch when it gets lost
But what do I know? My card’s the Fool! The fool, the fool That merry rootless man With air beneath my footstep And providence as my plan Providence as my plan
