The Recruited Eric

I heard the news the other day,
Though I scarce could be believing,
Concerning of poor Erik’s fate,
It set my heart a grieving
It’s not that they had dragged him off,
To the war with all its horrors..
He’d gone to a fate much worse than that,
For they’d taken him for the Morris.

Eric used to like to singaround,
Lord Franklin with bold relish,
But now he’s gone and blacked his face,
And with bells he is embellished,
While walking past he stopped to watch,
A move that was not clever,
They shoved a stick into his hand,
And now he’s gone forever..

Singing

“Dance, dance with wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance” said he
Mutant ninja Morris dancers
Sex and drugs and rock and roll
Do you want my body, do you think I’m sexy?
Somehow I don’t think so,
Come back to my campervan and maybe ,later on,
I’ll show you my manboobs and…(nudge nudge)
You can playon on my melodeon,
Yes, you can play on my melodeon.

The guilty look upon his face,
Told us that they had got him,
And now he’s gone beyond recall,
Twas better that they had shot him,
They could have chosen Bill or Ben,
Or Brian, Stan or Horace,
With copious promises of beer,
They lured him to the Morris

Singing

When e’er I think about the dance,
Though done so trim and neatly,
My heart will groan and heave a sigh,
They’ve taken him completely,
An estate agent called Trevor,
An accountant who’s nemed Derek,
They all dance in formation now,
Alas, alas poor Erik.