Pumpkin Pie

(album: Damn Skippy - 2005)

There lived a merchant in the days of old
Who is remembered for the things he sold
No silly trinkets, silver, bronze, or gold
So I'm told, so I'm told

He made a most delicious pumpkin pie
Which he presented to the passersby
Before the sun set he'd be all but dry
Folks would buy the whole supply

He lived alone, (He lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie

Before you knew it he was in full swing
His pumpkin pies became the next big thing
Soon he was called upon to feed the king
And they'd sing, feed the king

The pie of pumpkin filled the King with glee
He offered a castle for the recipe, but
The merchant wouldn't even give it up for three
No not he, no not he

He lived alone, (He lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie

The king was angry and he came unwound
He called his men and soon the merchant found
Himself in a torture chamber underground
Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned

And so they tortured him for night and day
They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but
As for the recipe, he would not say
They could not flay his pride away

He lived alone, (He lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie