歌词
One, two, three, four
And so, you've made a nasty mess
You have caused your mother great distress
They're bound to even up the score
You'll get no sweeties any more
They'll give your friends a talking to
Persuade them not to play with you
They'll tell them 'bout your awful crime
There'll be no second chance this time
It seems they're out to take your skin
They'll cut you up and throw you in
They say you've led them up the path
And now they'll take their turn to laugh
They say they laid a careful trap
And now you've fallen in their lap
They're out to make a sacrifice
You're the one to pay the price
It's no use knocking on the door
There's none can help you any more
You gambled and your chance was lost
And now you'll have to pay the cost
You wouldn't take your mum's advice
And now you'll have to pay the price
They say the piper, he calls the tune
You'll hear his music very soon
They say the piper, he calls the tune
You'll hear his music very soon
We like to do one from a couple years ago, The Grand Hotel
Give it a bit more, that's right
Written by: Gary Brooker, Keith Reid
