Tekster: Fu Manchu. King Of The Road. Weird Beard.

Hundreds, thousands, millions
Will appear
He struggles to signal

So says
The weird beard

And he rides around
For a chance to see it all

Uncertain and unknowing
We're sure he will fall
So he quickly takes the high road

To where is not know
He will return
Down a slide to his throne

And he says, he says
Weird Beard

5 mile, 6 mile, 7 mile
Wide
As he sped toward the mountain
An easy place to hide