I had a friend who had a friend that knew a man Who didn't look unlike Toulouse Lautrec And every chance he'd get this man would play his Pipes of Pan Invoking scenes that no-one could forget The one dreary day the man began to play And the greyness of the day just blew away And as he stood there in a trance The people all around began to dance And as they listened every trace Of lines of care were gone from every face Then came something strange the piper's tune began to change And broke the spell that held the village folk Al lof those who saw declared there was a man no more As all around him grew a misted cloak Though the music played the man was seen to fade And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke And vanish in a sweetly scented smoke