Arthur Pendragon

Arthur Pendragon and a couple of goons
Came into the coastal ranch
They bent some spoons and they bought some booties
While sharpening an olive branch
He had followed your trail across the Glastonbury pastures
And across the Adriatic Sea
He visited a crystal ball handler in a caravan in Italy

Hey Desdemona if it’s fine with you
I’ll join your little travelling band
Never did get to say a merci beacoup
Before the knights stepped on to the land

Lancelot split, he was blown to bits
By the tanks in the Grecian revolt
A woman the spit of Penelope Tree
Got hit by a lightning bolt
Ruthless Zeus and his big long beard
That dragged in the Aegean Sea
I kept you hidden in a coffin of lead
To keep his X-Ray eyes at bay

I put you on a boat back to England later
I never got to kiss you goodbye
But it’s better this way, I’ll meet you there
If I can get off Mirabello Bay

I was en route to the cosmodrome
When the vision of you entered the scene
You were a hot ticket item in your cigarette trousers
Projected from the mezzanine
I don’t know how you found me Des, but
I gotta break it to you I’m employed
As a domestic choresman and occasional lover
To a woman named Schadenfreude
I’m sorry that I never met your escape vessel
But I hope you had an OK stay
It took me an age
Now I write for the stage
And I wait for the perfect play
If I may be bold
I’d like to write you a role
In one called Mirabello Bay