| Du-duluddle, | 
| Luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Ow The King of the Mountain cometh | 
| On his arm there was a dove | 
| In livery green and tapestry clean | 
| He called it his Falcon of Love, oh yeah | 
| Called his Falcon of Love | 
| Du-duluddle du doh | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Ahhh | 
| The Mage of the Midnight Abbey | 
| Was a child of fifteen years | 
| His eyes were bored with galactic lore | 
| He had points upon his ears, oh yeah | 
| Points upon his ears | 
| Du-duluddle du doh | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Ahhh | 
| The Wild-Witch Wizard Alisha | 
| Was a changeling son from Mars | 
| He learned his song from the Cosmic Throngs | 
| And played them on a Fender guitar, oh yeah | 
| And played them on a Fender guitar | 
| Du-duluddle du doh | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Ahhh | 
| The woman from the Plateaus of Persia | 
| Came to sell me a wonderous thing | 
| In a horn of oak with a sulpherous smoke | 
| She gave me King Solomon’s Ring, oh yeah | 
| Gave me the magical thing | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau | 
| Ow The King of the Mountain cometh | 
| On his arm there was a dove | 
| In livery green and tapestry clean | 
| He callde it his Falcon of Love, oh yeah | 
| Called his Falcon of Love | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau dau | 
| Du-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau |