Mucking about (in the dungeons all day)
Mucking about in the dungeons all day, face deep down inside his hood
He poisons Miss Muffets curds & whey with some substance he simply calls "mood"
Mucking about in the dungeons all day, sunset means some time for fun
He hops & he skips all the way to the city, a mad monk on the run...

Mucking about in the dungeons all day, slipping about in the slime;
Mixing up junk to take down to the city, when the bells chime evening time 
Mucking about in the dungeons all day, gloating with glee in the bloom
Doing his chemical best to make fair damsels distressed, and blighting the night with perfume

Mucking about in the dungeons all day, indulging in alchemy,
He inhales vapours that warp his brain, monk-mad for lechery,
Mucking about in the dungeons all day, sin his principle tool,
He hops & he skips all the way to the city, a mad monk wet with drool...

1978-01-18 
Jonathan Handley