The Charmer

He's a Charmer
Magic snake and all
He's a weaver of chaos and decadence
Strumming melodies which amplify his call.

Come and be mesmerized girls
By the tales he has to tell
And the songs he has to sell
Come and meet the charmer if you dare...

He's Your kind of crazy
Though last night was quite hazy..
It's a rollercoaster ride
And some days you have to hide.

He's the charmer
Magic snake and all
Creating magic melodies
Which amplify his call.

He's Bob Dylan, Joe Strummer
With guitar strapped to his back
Wild red hair and rebel blood
Chasing Banshees to their shacks.

He's a psychedelic prancer
A Devil blooded dancer
And he feeds you smoke and mirrors
That come all the way from Hades
With his thoughts ever flowing
And your mind, brighter, glowing.

He's a red haired Irish gypsy boy from Connemara
And he's dancing in the smoke
Weaving magic spells
Lighting your incense
To mask the tobacco smells.

He carries a black cat on his shoulder
He's a Wizard from the Emerald Isle
He makes you laugh, he makes you smile
He's the red headed charmer
From the Leprechaun's Isle.

He twirls you into Chaos
And spins you through the Darkness
With the music ever flowing
And his new seeds ever sowing.

He's the red haired gypsy boy from Connemara
The snake charming
Smoke weaving
Red blooded Irish charmer.