Welcome,everybody,we are proud

To introduce the famous Doctor Stroud

He has come to bring your little town

His one and only "Potion Golden Crown"

You gotta take one,two,three sips of his brew

Within a day the miracle comes true.



Tarred and feathered (...is a risk we have to run)



What's your problem,what is your complaint?

Does your hrad ache,do your fields need rain?

We are here to give you health and luck

To compensate our costs,we nee some bucks.



Give us one,two,three,and you will see

Your life will run in peace and harmony.



Tarred and feathered (...is a risk we have to run)



We beg your pardon,sorry,but we have to leave

Another friendly city got another grief

We'd like to thank you for your hospitality

We'd like to thank you for your generosity

The Sherrif's right behind us with a pistol in his hand

Better keep running, better keep running,man!