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.