Verse 1
Heals on the wind swept around me,
Softly whisper,
Here everchanging they listen.
Pealed through a chamber of groundlings,
Pardon mister,
Have you no eyes for misfortune?
Wheels of an old wagon turning,
Torches burning,
All hoping I'm one to save them.
Freed from the turbulent water,
Pardon mister,
Have you no change for unfortunate men?
Pre -Chorus
Mr. Loon, leaving so soon? We made a soup with cardamom.
Sip the spoon, whistle the tune, sprinkle the stew with tarragon.
Guard the knife with your life. You buy the hat you try it on.
Thou have a quest you doth set out upon.
Chorus
Jinx Loon is the chosen one,
Just as the prophecy stated.
They will be on the run,
When they see that he's a natural phenomenon.
Interlude
Slowly raising the utensil to his face, Jinx Loon took a taste of the mixture.
Verse 2
Sincerely, good gnomes I'm sorry,
For the trouble,
But I'm afraid I'm unworthy.
I'm just a poor lowly farm boy,
Not a mister,
I have no change for unfortunate men.
Pre -Chorus
Mr. Loon, leaving so soon? We made a soup with cardamom.
Sip the spoon, whistle the tune, sprinkle the stew with tarragon.
Guard the knife with your life. You buy the hat you try it on.
Thou have a quest you doth set out upon.
Chorus
Jinx Loon is the chosen one,
Just as the prophecy stated.
They will be on the run,
When they see that he's a natural phenomenon.
Interlude
At this moment, there were tiny eyes watching Jinx Loon's every move until the wide stares drew closer and closer. He sat on stalagmite tubes pondering the meaning of life and if he should set out on a dangerous quest to Lizard House.
Bridge
Crave what you will, all be warned, there are mutant vegetables out there.
Through lakes of sand, sunken land, you'll be crawling.
Interlude
Jinx Loon looked upon the desperate gnomes and decided that he would find the Cornucopia Modus and fix the Tesseract.
Verse 3
Where is the land of the lizard?
Through a blizzard?
Over beyond Zezop Mountain.
Journey to find The Mechanic,
Don't you panic,
You'll save the lives of us fortunate men.
Pre -Chorus
Mr. Loon, leaving so soon? We made a soup with cardamom.
Sip the spoon, whistle the tune, sprinkle the stew with tarragon.
Guard the knife with your life. You buy the hat you try it on.
Thou have a quest you doth set out upon.
Chorus
Jinx Loon is the chosen one,
Just as the prophecy stated.
They will be on the run,
When they see that he's a natural phenomenon.
Jinx Loon is the chosen one,
Just as the prophecy stated.
They will be on the run.