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
With the vortex as her heart.
All her needs and wants
Wishes and whims
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 his footstep
And providence as his plan.
Providence as his plan.

Oh it’s such expensive innocence!
Never knowing any cost.
She throws around her ?nery
For us to fetch when it gets lost.
She’s on the golden platform.
I’m down here in the ?elds.
I wage my way through the kitchen
Salting her next meal.

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.

But what do I know?
I’m just the Fool! The fool the fool.
That merry rootless man.
WIth air beneath my footstep
And providence as my plan.
Providence as my plan.