Well Ali Baba had them (a)   thieves

Scheherazade had a thousand tales

But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves

You got a brand of magic never fails

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall

And the bells in the steeple too

And up in the nursery an (a)   little bird

Is popping out to say "cuckoo"

I'ma get a scholarship to (a)   College

I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish

The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside

Couldn't keep it in, (a)   knows I've tried

Don't let them in, don't let them see