My heart it goes out to that
poor little Dutch boy
who stopped a great flood
with the tip of his thumb
Through parades and medals
he felt no joy
and took to his bed
with a bottle of rum
verse 2
The queen she arrived
in her motorcade
to give the good Dutch boy
a commemorative pen
But he watched as the milkmaids
all withered and grayed
and he knew that the waters
must rise again
Interlude
verse 3
Because the world is made up
of milk and scissors
milk and scissors
in a spiraling chain
Milk and scissors
like a cheap squirting flower
milk and scissors
like worms when it rains
Outro