Sing! Harpy

The harpy was the tops

Whose hair contained some red

Thin white skeleton

Just too good in bed

Her mother from the circus

Put her on Junior Show Time

Her father was much worse

Can't put why in this line

Sing harpy

They sing harpy

And in the little village

She was without malice

She left the moors behind her

And the beige heather

Packed her placcy bag

With blocks of brown cannabis

You sang harpy

Sing harpy

She took a lousy Wednesday

Turned it into cold spring

She got taller by the minute

She could sell you anything

Sing harpy

They sing harpy

Sing harpy

And the morning after

I was quite astonished

She gripped me like a hawk

Her talons were quite famished

Ascend harpy

Sing harpy

Descend harpy

Give me harpy