Annað mars tvö þúsund og átján ...

Light up the beacons! It's time to chase winter out of this hemisphere.

I'm the piper. I'm the piper at the gates of dawn. I'm the pied piper.

I have learned these tunes a hundred years ago.

The rats still come to town in the dark and cold winter nights and I have to lure them out every morning. I walk ahead over Bromford Bridge. I blow the flute. And they follow and dance to the merry melodies.

They march into the flames, drowning in the floods of the Bromford river like in Hamelin all these centuries ago.

Watch out! Take care of your children!

Now if you think Ray blew it, there was nothing to it,

they patched him up as good as new.

You can see him every day riding down the Queen's Highway,

handing out his small cigars to the kids from school.

And all the little girls with their bleached blond curls

clump up on their platform soles.

And they say, "Hey Ray, let's ride away

downtown where we can roll some alley bowls."

And Ray grins from ear to here, and whispers...

So follow me, trail along.

my leather jacket's buttoned up

and my four-stroke song

will pick you up when your last class ends.

And you can tell all your friends:

the Pied Piper pulled you.

The mad biker fooled you.

I'll do what you want to.

If you ride with me on a Friday

anything goes.

So follow me, hold on tight.

My school girl fancy's flowing in free flight.

I've a tenner in my skin-tight jeans.

You can touch it if your hands are clean.

The Pied Piper pulled you.

The mad biker fooled you

I'll do what you want to.

If you ride with me on a Friday

anything goes

So follow me, trail along.

my leather jacket's buttoned up

and my four-stroke song

will pick you up when your last class ends.

And you can tell all your friends:

the Pied Piper pulled you.

The mad biker fooled you.

I'll do what you want to.

If you ride with me on a Friday

anything goes.

The Pied Piper pulled you.

The mad biker fooled you.

I'll do what you want to.

If you ride with me on a Friday

anything goes.

On a Friday anything goes.

On a Friday anything goes.

Pied Piper. Mad Biker.

Jethro Tull – Pied Piper