Welcome,everybody,we are proud To introduce the famous Doctor Stroud He has come to bring your little town His one and only "Potion Golden Crown" You gotta take one,two,three sips of his brew Within a day the miracle comes true. Tarred and feathered (...is a risk we have to run) What's your problem,what is your complaint? Does your hrad ache,do your fields need rain? We are here to give you health and luck To compensate our costs,we nee some bucks. Give us one,two,three,and you will see Your life will run in peace and harmony. Tarred and feathered (...is a risk we have to run) We beg your pardon,sorry,but we have to leave Another friendly city got another grief We'd like to thank you for your hospitality We'd like to thank you for your generosity The Sherrif's right behind us with a pistol in his hand Better keep running, better keep running,man!