Once there was a man

Who had a little too much time on his hands

He never stopped to think that he was getting older.When his night came to an end

He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend

That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

It′s three o'clock in the morning

You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads

She says that they′re all dead

She tried the last one on

It couldn't speak, fell off

And now she just wanders the halls

Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all

Once there was a man

Who had a little too much time on his hands

He never stopped to think that he was getting older.

When his night came to an end

He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend

That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover

Once there was a man