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I'm going to tell you About the story of a fool Who met an ironic end On the way back home He was a queer fellow Dressed in many colours And many were his names According to the place He carried a little lute across his back And a strange hat on his head Every night he was there In the court's yard to delight All the nobles that just called him "The Fool" But his tongue was a sort of knife And all his melodies and tales Re-echoed through the night Lords of the realm never paid attention To the words of a poor fool Or they simply never understood him He was living on the edge, and maybe He would end up with a noose around his neck But something was going to happen that night [Chorus:] SongtexteEvery night he was there In the court's yard to delight All the nobles that just called him "The Fool" But his tongue was a sort of knife And all his melodies and tales Re-echoed through the night So that night in the middle of the tale He pointed at the King and burst out laughing: A deathlike silence set on the guests! So the wrathful Master rose to his feet And chased the Fool out of his yard But the Fool got near the Lords' table Drank from Master's goblet and said: "God save the King!" and broke into a laugh! Chased out of the Court The fool took the way back home But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead Maybe there wasn't just wine in that goblet [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania