KONTS from Pilot by Dermot

An effervescent ghost
A body looking for a host
A madman of malaise
He'll never go away

Give him just an inch and he will take a country mile
Offer up your time and he will drain you of your smile
Don'tcha get caught up in trying to blow the world away
You'll end up the king of nothing to say

He's only just begun
Ya see, this is a real creepshow
Got songbooks in the hundreds that
Nobody else will know...

He's not a bad man
He's just been caught under a spell
Now that he's found that magic pill
Delusions he will sell

You can do your worst to break this curse
But it won't be undone
Until you find the magic words to be sung
Shangri-la. Papa-ra, papa-ra, nani-nani-na

Cheryl, oh Cheryl
Some day you'll be free
And I won't beg you to save my skin
Or just listen to me

Cheryl, oh Cheryl!
I've surely gone astray
In the blink of an eye I've become
The king of nothing to say!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

• Rock
• alternative rock
• pop rock
• Minneapolis