, Dancing With The Moonlit Knight () Genesis.
"Can you tell me where my Fender lies?"
Ritchie Blackmore said to his Candice Night
"Come lay with me and let's watch MTV"
For his Fender then
She stuck right down the pan
"Blackmore late!",
Gillan gleefully cried
Old man died
The note he left,
"She screw me up to death"
In bucks she drowned
Selling Blackmore by the pound
Meeting Candice back in eighties
Time went by
Man in black lost his mind
Easy now, she laid him down
Making poor old sod produce
Repugnant ugly sound
Digesting Blackmore by the pound
Fandom says, "You are what you play, play well"
Carole says, "You, fans, gotta pay, pay well!"
They beg him to play, he don't give a damn
Strumming his lute and cleaning the house but then
When Candice makes her love right on through the night
Then he's tired
Follow on! Till she gets all your body smashed
Follow on! Till the bed is crashed
Dancing out with your Candice Night
Nights want the green bucks, hand them out!
There's a fat old lady outside the bedroom
Using out his credit card and buying brooms
To fly to the roof and hear his painful cries
When her little girl performs "Rainbow Eyes"
When Candice makes her love right on through the night
Then he's tired
Follow on! Break the table, then the bed, then the floor,
Give her more!
Down you go when
You play the hobbyhorse,
She takes the whip
You'll get no sleep
Playing crappy sound, lousy sound
Follow on! Till your old silly head is dashed
Follow on! Till the bed is crashed
Dancing out with your Candice Night
Resting in pieces, sleeping tight
