Happy birthday all four birthday boys
a day to sing again one of my grin-songs
Melissa, Melissa, lend me your slave-bard,
(Nail her high, crucify her Hanging Tree!)
For the thought of her crucified's making me hard!
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!
But where will I get me a new grinding-slave?
(Nail her high, crucify her, Hanging Tree!)
On past form Eulalia will rise from her grave.
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!
So Melissa's young grind-slave was soon crucified,
(Nail her high, crucify her Hanging Tree!)
And she hollered and danced on the cross till she died,
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!
But that's not the end of our terrible tale,
(Nail her high, crucify her Hanging Tree!)
Eul's back at the mill, though she looks rather pale,
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!
As they sip Special Grind in the Missouri night,
(Nail her high, crucify her Hanging Tree!)
Weird groans from the cellar give strangers a fright,
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!
But the regulars know what this eerie sound means
(Nail her high, crucify her Hanging Tree!)
'Tis the ghost of Eulalia excreting her beans,
With King Diocletian, cp4pain, my martinet,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all,
Old Grandpapa Admi and all!