Steven Bolinger - The Epic Saga of the Donkey King Lyrics

Midas keeps the popsicle stand
He caught a bug, at his fingertips
Sold it for a quarter mil'
Ten years ago his wife had left him, took his baby girl and then some
He remained an empty man, a shell of the life he once began
Her lawyers ripped the man to shreds, on the grounds of his
Four-poster golden beds
You can hardly blame her
The man's greed had been just so
It had reached a plateau
But she's gone now, she's gone with his daughter
Once his only joy, that being a father
And now mighty Midas the former great king
Spends most of his time selling icicle strings
He had purchased the stand three summers ago
Assured by the market that the money would grow
It's the only thing left from his vast empire
His wife got the mansion now he's got the mire
He's dealing in fudgecicles, creamsicles, sno-cones and rockets
Drumsticks, ice cream sandwiches
Push-ups, Italian ices, bon-bons
On a stick, in a cone or a cup or a pint
A saving grace the lawyers left "If he wants it, it's his"
After their legal theft of his wife and his life
He deserved every cent, understand
Midas is keeping the popsicle stand
Midas keeps the popsicle stand
He's happy in the morning