(think it's a fine romance)
With a witch named Lucy Pearl
When-a in walked a man
With a wand in his hand
And he said, "Get your hands off my girl."
He was a big mean warlock
With-a hair like a Porlock's
- and the features to match.
He said if you touch a hair
On my girlfriend then there
Will be a great big painful catch.
I was mad and raring for a duel
I was strainin' like a dog on a leash
'Cos if you're asking me then
She can do better -
Somethin' more like me.
I said, "Why don't you just start it,"
And Lucy's lips were parted
As we prepared for a duel.
So we shuffled and threatened
As we went to the center
Of that tiny old room.
Won't you give me three steps
Gimme three steps, wizard,
Gimme three steps, start the duel?
Gimme three steps,
Gimme three steps, wizard,
Oh, and now you're just bein' cruel.
Well if you're havin' a dance
And it's a fine romance,
What fine thing that must-a be,
'Cos I'm telling you, son,
If I hadn't won,
Then I'd be green with envy.
But I ain't; I've got my Lucy Pearl
And, well, I couldn't be happier.
I'll be a-dancin' and sharin' in this fine romance
'Cos I have beaten that filthy cur.
Won't you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps, wizards,
Gimme three steps, spin your girl.
Gimme three steps,
Gimme three steps, wizards,
'Cos I've gotten my Lucy Pearl.