This Beard Is for Siobhán

The daughter of a man

Was a mammal

She bore the mark of fire

And of flame

Though they're both the same

Born unto the age of the golden

Oh that golden age of endless loss and endless gain

Tra la la la, now

Because my lips have split

All the little children

They all hide in front

In the middle and in behind

La, la, la, la!

And because my nose has froze

But i can keep on smellin'

I could smell my little day away

I could smell my whole day away

Na da da da!

Now because my teeth don't bite

I can take 'em out dancin'

I could take my little teeth out

And i could show them a real good time

Tra la la la

A good time a good time

A real good time...