Who bangs the gavel on your dreams?
Who picks the pocket of it's seams?
Who pays the piper, the drummer, the mover, the shaker
The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker?
Who goes to market with nothing but beans?

When you tell those lies
The hackles start to rise
The buttons split the eyes
And I have eyed the prize
That you now prise away
Away
Away with you away

Who's hiding nothing up his sleeve
Except a cloak and a dagger and a note of reprieve?
Who forged his qualification in escapology
Picking each lock just to escape apology?
Who enters looking for somewhere to leave?

When you let me down
The clouds all gather round
And they spit upon the ground
Around this hapless clown
That you now drive away
Away
Away with you away
Away with you away